Thursday, August 31, 2006

Carl Sandburg

This is one of my favorite poems.


The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

by Carl Sandburg


froggyaunt said...

I like it! And it reminds me of something a favorite of mine once said (Amy Carmichael). This is 'my' paraphrase of her words.

Opportunities come to us on little cat's feet and when they are gone, they are irretrievably lost.

An important reminder for those who are 'pro'crastinators.

kristal said...

I love it! Welcome to the 'blogosphere'. I hope you enjoy writing here.

Froggymama said...

Froggyaunt - a great quote about procrastination is, "The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese."

Anonymous said...

I don't like it. It's dull. I prefer John Donne, Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen or William Blake. Or Shakespeare.

Froggymama said...

Thanks for your opinion, but I don't think it's dull at all. It's simple and beautiful and perfectly describes how fog creeps up on the morning. And William Blake isn't boring? "Little Lamb, Little Lamb, who made thee, dost thou know who made thee?" Snooze.

Anonymous said...

Oh nobody counts the 'songs of innocence'. They ARE dull. Try Songs of Experience or Jerusalem.