844: Fog

[exceptindreams]

"Fog"
Carl Sandburg

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

Comments

[jeweledhibiscus]

An old favorite - I like that you posted this the day I'm writing a paper on Prufrock (among other poems). I guess it's my day for fog-cats :)

[eat_brains]

I adore this poem!

[big_bad_al]

When I was little, this was my favorite poem. My dad would read really long poems, some of which took up more than one page. Surely I'd never be able to read that much! but this one was just my size.

[descartes_rock]

One of my favorite classics. Thanks for posting. It always makes me think of the other one... "nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands."

[akashasheiress]

I love the fot. It's cozy.