Just like an alley in New York -like every alley in the world, apparently- it smelled like cat pee.
City of GlassDo not be too sure, young fellows, That you are better than your ancestors.
The Cats of Rome: New and Selected PoemsKindness is goodness hidden in the heart More often than declared in speech.
The Cats of Rome: New and Selected PoemsHe gains the farthest reaches where the ache of our most ancient absence lay.
Compass of Affection: Poems New and Selected