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Carl Sandburg was famous American poet who died in 1967. I think his most famous poem is Fog. We had to learn it in school.:

The fog comes 
on little cat feet.

It sits looking 
over harbor and city 
on silent haunches 
and then moves on.

But my favorite fog poem, because it resonates deep in my soul with beauty and sadness, is by Hermann Hesse, Im Nebel. We had to learn that in German class. Hesse made German worth the trouble.:

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! 
Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein, 
Kein Baum sieht den anderen, 
Jeder ist allein.

Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt, 
Als noch mein Leben licht war, 
Nun, da der Nebel fallt, 
Ist keiner mehr sichtbar.

Wahrlich, keiner ist weise, 
Der nicht das Dunkel kennt, 
Das unentrinnbar und leise 
Von allen ihn trennt.

Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! 
Leben ist einsam sein. 
Kein Mensch kennt den anderen, 
Jeder ist allein.


My lame-ass literal translation:

Strange to wander in the fog!
Singular is every bush and stone.
No tree sees another,
Each is alone.

Full of friends was for me the world,
As long as my life was light,
Now, that the fog has fallen,
Is nothing more visible.

Truly, no one is wise,
That does not know the dark,
That inescapable and quiet
Separates him from others.

Strange to wander in the fog!
Life is to be lonely.
No man sees another,
Each is alone.

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