The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. “Fog” is a poem by Carl Sandburg. It first appeared in. Fog by Carl Sandburg. Fog Learning Guide by PhD students from Stanford, Harvard, Berkeley. FOG. by: Carl Sandburg (). Share0 Tweet0 Share0 Share0. HE fog comes; on little cat feet. It sits looking; over harbor and city; on silent haunches.

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Ever get to know fog? This is certainly a short poem but has great impact to anyone who has ever seen fog and who knows the habit of cats. Soon after the publication of these volumes Sandburg wrote Smoke and Steelhis first prolonged attempt to find beauty in modern industrialism. The War Years Mary Lincoln: I love the fog and I love the City.

In the Bay Area the fog is as omnipresent as the green hills, the sights, sounds, and smells of the City, the waters of the bay, and the majestic sight of the two bridges. For more information on managing or withdrawing consents and how we handle data, visit our Privacy Policy at: The image is of thick white fog which slowly develops into a small feline, becomes life-like and is then gone.

Fog By Carl Sandburg, Famous Nature Poem

That first conviction of beauty and power returns to me as I read them again. Chicago Poems by Carl Sandburg”.

From childhood, Sandburg loved and admired the legacy of President Lincoln. Comments fo Fog by Carl Sandburg. Can you ever get to know a cat? This reflects the slow fog rolling in. This is feature allows you to search the site. Please choose which areas of our service you consent to our doing so. An Italian boy is sending songs to you to-night from an accordion. They know it all, what a dead hand wrote, A stiff dead hand and its knuckles crumbling, The bones of the fingers a thin white ash.


It is a free verse poem, having no regular rhyme or set meter metre in British English. At seventeen, he traveled west to Kansas as sqndburg hobo. I can almost see the fog sitting on its hunches. We may use conversion tracking pixels from advertising networks such as Google AdWords, Bing Ads, and Facebook in order to identify when an advertisement has successfully resulted in the desired action, such as signing up for the HubPages Service or publishing an article on the HubPages Service.

A lot of expression in so few words, it’s very rare Report Reply. Here we have a snapshot of a city scene. The Sahdburg Years Mary Lincoln: The poem is an extended metaphor, the poet seeing the fog as a cat that comes on tiny, silent feet, as cats do when they are stalking for example. Same with the fog. No data is shared with Paypal unless you engage with this feature.

He wrote a biography of Abraham Lincoln that is still a popular read today. Indeed I do Jonathan.

Analysis of “Fog” by Carl Sandburg

HubPages and Hubbers authors may earn revenue on this page based on affiliate relationships and advertisements with partners including Amazon, Google, and others. He had with him a book of Japanese haiku, the short syllable poems that capture essences of the natural world. The young man convinced Sandburg to enroll in Lombard after his return from the war.


Harriet Monroe had just started Poetry: This poem captures a little of this feline mystery. Some articles have Google Maps embedded in them.

Fog – Poem by Carl Sandburg

Proof that poetry need not be long to be effective. To provide sandburf better website experience, owlcation. I used to have a book of poems by Carl Sandburg but do not ever remember cael this one. They can sit or lie for hours in this elevated state, taking in all that happens almost inscrutably. You can use this to streamline signing up for, or signing in to your Hubpages account. The Prairie Years Abraham Lincoln: Commons Wikibooks Wikiquote Wikisource texts.

Before you know it, they’ve disappeared, faded away into the undergrowth, leaving only their aura behind. They can fix themselves onto an object or creature, seemingly in a trance, yet they appear to be moving in a most mysterious fashion.

This poem is in the public domain. Hulme The Embankment by T. Shine to the leaves of grass, catalpa and oak, All silver under your sandbury to-night.