The fog comes
on little cat feet.

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

(Fog, by #CarlSandburg )
#Caturday

The chairs come
on little cat feet.

~ Carl Sandburg (probably)

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‘Fog’ by Carl Sandburg

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Μηχανή #204 ο πιο ασύλληπτος αιχμάλωτος στο σύμπαν

Τ’ όνομα μου είναι Αλήθεια και είμαι ο πιο ασύλληπτος αιχμάλωτος στο σύμπαν.
Carl Sandburg

μηχανή #204
Τρίτη και 13
η πρώτη του χρόνου

Το αλάτι και το μελάνι έμεινε στις παλάμες μου,
κάτω απ’ τα θραύσματα του φεγγαριού.
Renee Nicole Good

Today in Labor History January 6, 1878: Author-poet Carl Sandburg was born on this date in Galesburg, Illinois. Sandburg also worked as a labor organizer. His work was published in the “International Socialist Review,” as well as Max Eastman’s “The Liberator,” and later worked for the “Chicago Daily News.” The Feds accused him of being a Bolshevik symp, when he was actually just a working class symp. Sandburg died on July 22, 1967.

WORKING GIRLS (by Carl Sandburg)
THE working girls in the morning are going to work--
long lines of them afoot amid the downtown stores
and factories, thousands with little brick-shaped
lunches wrapped in newspapers under their arms.
Each morning as I move through this river of young-
woman life I feel a wonder about where it is all
going, so many with a peach bloom of young years
on them and laughter of red lips and memories in
their eyes of dances the night before and plays and
walks.
Green and gray streams run side by side in a river and
so here are always the others, those who have been
over the way, the women who know each one the
end of life's gamble for her, the meaning and the
clew, the how and the why of the dances and the
arms that passed around their waists and the fingers
that played in their hair.
Faces go by written over: "I know it all, I know where
the bloom and the laughter go and I have memories,"
and the feet of these move slower and they
have wisdom where the others have beauty.
So the green and the gray move in the early morning
on the downtown streets.

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