Poem by Lola Ridge

The Fog

Out of the lamp-bestarred and clouded dusk--
Snaring, illuding, concealing,
Magically conjuring--
Turning to fairy-coaches
Beetle-backed limousines
Scampering under the great Arch--
Making a decoy of blue overalls
And mystery of a scarlet shawl--
Indolently--
Knowing no impediment of its sure advance--
Descends the fog.

1. To the Others
2. The Destroyer
3. Broadway
4. A Worn Rose
5. Flotsam

Edwin Pratt The Fog ("It stole in on us like a foot-pad")

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