The old woman comes along our @3fondamenta@1, Tolentini, every morning around nine, dropping sardines along the way with the cats trailing her, eating the fish. Lucky, these cats. Those in the Campo San Vitale suffer especially when the construction workers are not working on Ponte dell' Accademia. And when it's finished? It is winter, already. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW DAWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR |