"in a dense fog / still playing"

Rest in peace Lawrence Ferlinghetti, having reached the age of 101 (!).  Due to the talent and kindness of two teachers in high school, you were the first poet I ever took seriously, whose words I tried to inhabit.  (If he'd never written a word and only published Howl we'd still owe him a lot.)

From "Autobiography":

"I am a bank of song.

I am a playerpiano

in an abandoned casino

on a seaside esplanade

in a dense fog

still playing.

I see a similarity

between the Laughing Woman

and myself.

I have heard the sound of summer

in the rain.

I have seen girls on boardwalks

have complicated sensations.

I understand their hesitations.

I am a gatherer of fruit.

I have seen how kisses

cause euphoria.

I have risked enchantment.

I have seen the Virgin

in an appletree at Chartres

and Saint Joan burn

at the Bella Union.

I have seen giraffes in junglejims

their necks like love

wound around the iron circumstances

of the world."