[282] Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

      -- Carl Sandburg

As Thomas remarked in the notes to Crucible[1], Sandburg's poetry ranges
from passionate, granitic verse to the most delicate and finely-chiselled
Imagist poems, and he displays an equal mastery of both ends of the
spectrum. Today's poem - perhaps his most famous after Chicago - belongs to
the latter category; as perfect and self-contained as a miniature, and with
a truly striking central image.

m.

Links:

A biography of Sandburg is available at poem #163

'Crucible' is at poem #205,
along with another biography

We've run a number of Sandburg poems - look up the index at
http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels

From: "tyshera bailey" <sheratoocute@>

what is the meaning and concept of the poem "Fog" because I don't understand it. please tell me because I would really like to know. Thank you.
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From: "Jaideep VG" <jvg@>

Sandburg wrote this poem around the same time as Eliot's Prufrock. The
imagery is almost exactly the same - uncanny.