Poetry in Motion
San Francisco
The Night Piece
Thom Gunn
The Night Piece
The fog drifts slowly down the hill
And as I mount gets thicker still,
Closes me in, makes me its own
Like bedclothes on the paving stone.
Here are the last few streets to climb,
Galleries, run through veins of time,
Almost familiar, where I creep
Toward sleep like fog, through fog like sleep.
From Collected Poems. Copyright © Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1994. Reprinted with the permission of the publisher. Muni Art 2021, San Francisco Beautiful, sfbeautiful.org. Poster design by Augustina Caprioglio.