Read the poem "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.
Which lines from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" most likely influenced Sandburg's poem?
O The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes,
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
O Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;