Poetry Sunday : Sandburg and Vizki

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.
 
 

Kære Dagbog af Morti Vizki

Jeg har et mareridt om at være menneske
En kuffert fuld af rygcrawl går igen
Der var ingen …
Ja, jeg smadrer selv mit digter-organ
Man kan leje mig til det
Der var ingen, kære dagbog!
 
Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s