Sorry for the light blogging. It's been an unexpectedly busy week. I'll try to make up for it next week.
This time I know the poet and the poem. For some reason I don't think that this is Carl Sandburg's most famous poem, but I may be wrong. This little gem is called 'Fog'.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and moves on.
What a wonderful little poem! 'The fog comes/on little cat feet'. If you're a cat owner (like me) then you know exactly how silently they can move around. Fog is famously the same, drifting in quietly, without notice. And I like the image of it simply hovering over and watching the harbor and city before moving on.
I thought that 'Chicago' was his more famous poem, but I think I've been misled. I know that the city is known as 'the city with big shoulders' based on that poem, but maybe that's not that big of a deal.