Fog BY CARL SANDBURG

Fog
BY CARL SANDBURG

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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


前幾日散步，朋友說獨愛唐詩。我則認為古詩詞同現代詩各有千秋。比方這首Fog,  意象獨特。