Fog Poems

You're sad because you're sad.
It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical.
Go see a shrink or take a pill,
or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll
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The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
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Perhaps not to be is to be without your being,
without your going, that cuts noon light
like a blue flower, without your passing
later through fog and stones,
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It is an ancient Mariner,
And he stoppeth one of three.
`By thy long beard and glittering eye,
Now wherefore stopp'st thou me ?
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At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
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All day long in fog and wind,
The waves have flung their beating crests
Against the palisades of adamant.
My boy, he went to sea, long and long ago,
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IN SEVEN PARTS

Facile credo, plures esse Naturas invisibiles quam visibiles in rerum
universitate. Sed horum omnium familiam quis nobis enarrabit? et gradus et
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When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
the distinguishable flakes
blowing sideways,
looked like krill
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An omnibus across the bridge
Crawls like a yellow butterfly,
And, here and there a passer-by
Shows like a little restless midge.
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Let us have madness openly.
O men Of my generation.
Let us follow
The footsteps of this slaughtered age:
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TO get betimes in Boston town, I rose this morning early;
Here's a good place at the corner--I must stand and see the show.

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Sometimes we collide, tectonic plates merging,
continents shoving, crumpling down into the molten
veins of fire deep in the earth and raising
tons of rock into jagged crests of Sierra.
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I--The Tragedy

She sits in the tawny vapour
   That the City lanes have uprolled,
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I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,
Some legend strange and vague,
That a midnight host of spectres pale
Beleaguered the walls of Prague.
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.
the ghosts are walking again
walking and talking in the night again
sorrow is eating my bones again
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Dim dawn behind the tamerisks -- the sky is saffron-yellow --
As the women in the village grind the corn,
And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow
That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born.
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ABOARD, at a ship's helm,
A young steersman, steering with care.

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Hidden, oh hidden
in the high fog
the house we live in,
beneath the magnetic rock,
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White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began
          I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors
          of salt, of treeless horizons. But the white fog
didn't stir; the leaves of my brothers remained outstretched,
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Searching my heart for its true sorrow,
This is the thing I find to be:
That I am weary of words and people,
Sick of the city, wanting the sea;
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In a foggy realm where shadows drift and wane,
A mind is lost, a heart entwined with pain.
Confusion swirls like mist upon the sea,
A melancholic waltz in a minor key.
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I awoke to a blanket of fog covering the mountains this morning
as I walked outside I was cautious not to make a peep
I told the Earth it's early…go ahead and let her mountains sleep.
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I have mentioned this before…yes, it's something many of you have heard…
without my glasses…when I look around…my vision is quite blurred.

I suppose that's why in life…I love the color grey…
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41 Fog

Aerosol of tiny water droplets or ice crystals near the Earth's surface is fog
Different types are radiation fog, advection fog, valley fog and freezing fog
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There is a mysterious almost eerie beauty to the fog and her tapestry of grey
It's as if we've found ourselves immersed in a painting by Monet.

As the fog begins to blanket us…holding the sun at bay
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(for Annelize, in answer to Vanja Bašić)

Your lips: red and shiny is in my memory,
the glance that takes me into your beautiful eyes,
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I began my walk in silence this morning…save for the muffled barking of a dog…as overnight the clouds descended and cloaked the Earth in fog.

It's on cool mornings such as this…with the fog muting all details…I'm reminded how the Earth is alive and breathing…as I walk through her exhales.
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There will be moments of sorrow in our life…down whatever path we choose…moments when we fail…moments when we lose.

This fog of sorrow can descend unexpectedly…anytime…night or day…moments we are hurt…moments someone we love has passed away.
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We went on a hike to the top of a mountain…on a morning still sprinkled with dew…
anticipating all the way up..and once at the top..we were in for some wonderful views.

We knew we would see forever…in the sky…high above the pines
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the luckless lover
can never meet his beloved
lost in mists of fog
lost in mazes of fog
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