In honor of the weather Chicago has chosen to welcome me back from Turkey with, I give you a poem by the city’s most famous poet:
“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.
Except, of course, it hasn’t yet done that.
Archive for March, 2007
Chicago Mists
Posted in Carl Sandburg, Chicago Weather That Resembles Animals, General Posts, Poems & Translations, What I See When I Look Out of the Window on March 28, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Icicles in the Shower (Thoughts from Last Week)
Posted in General Posts, Janitors, Why Central Heating Is Fun on March 10, 2007 | 7 Comments »
The way you learn that it’s spring in Chicago isn’t because the snow melts or because the green tips of the first flowers pierce the crystalline ice or because – God forbid – there’s a warm breeze off the Lake (quite the contrary). In fact, the Lake is mostly still frozen and so are your [...]
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