The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
This poem is found in many children's anthologies because of its utter simplicity and beauty.
Sadly, I didn't know much about Sandburg other than he was a poet, wrote a massive biography of Abraham Lincoln, and he was married to the photographer, Edward Steichen's sister, Lillian. (I had read, and was entranced by, a biography of Edward Steichen many years ago, but that's a story for another time.)
Last week I happened upon the PBS American Masters' program, "The Day Carl Sandburg Died." It was a fascinating look at a multifaceted man. I'm so glad to have seen it; click on the link and you can watch it, too.
The most surprising part of the film was the mention of two U.S. presidents, Franklin Roosevelt and John Kennedy, consulting with Sandburg, a poet, during times of crisis. Imagine that. Today, we have a presidential candidate who wants to eliminate funding for one of the last places Americans can find poetry and poets still celebrated--PBS.
Carl Sandburg's last home in North Carolina has been made into a National Historic Site, and from the photos on the website, it looks gorgeous. Also on the website is a virtual Sandburg museum where you can learn more about Carl and his family.
Stop by Laura Salas' blog for today's Poetry Friday Round-Up.
Photo courtesy National Park Service.