Michael Walker

Gold Star - 18,407 Points (cv48488)

Le Brouillard. - Poem by Michael Walker

Le brouillard vient
aux petits pieds de chat.

Il est assis en regardant
sur le port et la ville
aux hanches silencieux
et puis il s'eloigne.

- 'Fog'. Carl Sandburg. 1916.

This is a translation of the poem Fog by Carl Sandburg

Topic(s) of this poem: fog


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 15, 2015



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