Halloween comes on Little Cat Feet

[puppetmaker]

Sorry, I had that poem stuck in my head most of yesterday after I got into a discussion about forms of poetry.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

Fog by Carl Sandburg

I have always liked that poem from the first time I heard it. That and TS Elliot's the Wasteland which I first read in college. So what poems do you like?

It is hard to believe that it is less than a week and a half to Halloween. I have a number of things I need to do by the end of this weekend for the Holiday. Including getting a project ready for the Kindergarten party next Friday. I also have to sort the comics that we give away to the kids that night. I want to get rubber ducks for the younger kids rather than candy for the health of everyone.

I am grateful for opportunities to work within my community.

Comments

[kittenboo.livejournal.com]

i always loved that poem

and as for the question, my favorite poem is ranier marie rilke's This Is the Creature:

This is the creature there has never been.
They never knew it, and yet, none the less,
they loved the way it moved, its suppleness,
its neck, its very gaze, mild and serene.
Not there, because they loved it, it behaved
as though it were. They always left some space.
And in that clear unpeopled space they saved
it lightly reared its head, with scarce a trace
of not being there. They fed it, not with corn,
but only with the possibility
of being. And that was able to confer
such strength, its brow put forth a horn. One horn.
Whitely it stole up to a maid-to be
within the silver mirror and in her.