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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
FOG IMAGES, by IRENE SUTTON
First Line: Marauding fogs sweep through the windy gate
Last Line: Flattened and still against the silent walls.
Subject(s): Fog; Haze
First Line: Marauding fogs sweep through the windy gate
Last Line: Flattened and still against the silent walls.
Subject(s): Fog; Haze
Marauding fogs sweep through the windy Gate
Like conquerors through an undefended pass,
Spill through the streets, lay waste the wide estate,
Leaving white silence where the city was.
Yet other times the fog comes softly in
Like a sad wanderer when the moon is cold,
Slips down deserted streets, spreading its thin
White fingers to the street-lamps' chilly gold.
Here in this quiet room where tides and men
Alike sound dimly from another world,
The fog is like a wraith of memory whirled
Into the light and swiftly gone again;
Or like a hunted man whose shadow crawls
Flattened and still against the silent walls.
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