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.

When he was feeling a little more wordy than that, Carl Sandburg also wrote

PEARL FOG

OPEN the door now.
Go roll up the collar of your coat
To walk in the changing scarf of mist.

Tell your sins here to the pearl fog
And know for once a deepening night
Strange as the half-meanings
Alurk in a wise woman’s mousey eyes.

Yes, tell your sins
And know how careless a pearl fog is
Of the laws you have broken.

I like fog in music …

FOGGY FOGGY DEW

When I was a bachelor, I liv’d all alone
I worked at the weaver’s trade
And the only, only thing that I ever did wrong
Was to woo a fair young maid.
I wooed her in the wintertime
And in the summer, too
And the only, only thing that I did that was wrong
Was to keep her from the foggy, foggy dew.

Can you believe that singing that in public landed Burl Ives in jail in Mona, Utah because authorities thought the song was “bawdy.” Weird indeed!

That isn’t the same song as THE FOGGY DEW

No one can deny that Sinead O’Connor did that song justice!

Tags: fog, Music