Cities is a book of travels, from Basel to Budapest, Tampico to Tiblisi - and from the child in wartime Leicester to a ‘fortune beyond any deserving / to be still here’ in a London garden, eight decades later. ‘Migrations’, the book’s opening poem, celebrates the recurring ‘filigree of migration, symbiosis, assimilation’. Inheriting ‘a long history of crossing borders’, Feinstein explores the haunted landscape between past and present, public history and personal memory, in simple intense lyrics.