We Learn from Every Leap
This brief and brilliant poem by Carl Sandburg is a game of mirrors where meaning jumps from one word to another.
And we learn from every leap.
Alberico Collina
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
This brief and brilliant poem by Carl Sandburg is a game of mirrors where meaning jumps from one word to another.
And we learn from every leap.
Alberico Collina
Fog
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
Carl Sandburg
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