THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
~Carl Sandburg
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I love this poem. I heard it tonight in a movie I was watching with a friend and it stuck in my head and I had to look it up and put it here. This was the first poem I ever really studied in school for its structure and the first that I appreciated for the line breaks. The imagery is simple and beautiful.
And now I’m going to get off of my literature-nerd-box. I hope you like the poem, too. ^_^
Joanna Volavka 
2 responses to “Fog”
Yeah, I think I was in middle school because in 7th grade we were studying structure and how you can use poetic structure to affect the sound and meaning of the poem, or to add depth to it. But I loved the idea of a gray, fuzzy cat padding across the sky, too.
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I’ve always liked that poem, too. I actually still remember the first time I ever heard it, in 5th grade.
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