Carl Sandburg: January 6, 1878--July 22, 1967

I'm prejudiced here. I was born and raised (mostly) in Chicago, so Sandburg naturally was one I looked into when I first began reading poetry. He didn't get all of Chicago into his poetry, but he got more than anybody else I've read.


One of my favorite poems by Carl Sandburg.


Fog

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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


I have a cat and it's mostly grey. It frequently reminds me of Sandburg's poem.

I haven't read anything by Sandburg in many years now. Perhaps it's time to renew an old acquaintance.

Do you want to mention a favorite poem by Sandburg?