bookend cats in a warm room:
what more could I want?
(by Erin Mack)
No cat allergy
this would be my sole request
and some ripe peaches.
(from Tales of Persepolis)
. Let the Naiads sing Who will wear the Starry Crown? Then eat cake. (from The Paean of Dignity, 3d edn)
Caribbean Dreams waylay us in deep winter but the snow prevails (from Crepuscular Idyll)
An invocation of contradiction of sorts Winter is still with us. (From Tales of Persepolis: Lockdown Lays)