The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
–Carl Sandburg, Chicago Poems (1916) “Fog”
US biographer & poet (1878 - 1967)
for more information on the silent poetry reading in honor of St. Brigid : go here
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