Poetic Openings : Carl Sandburg to Carl Sandburg

Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : It Is Much : First Line : Women of night life amid the lights
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Jack : First Line : Jack was a swarthy, swaggering son-of-a-gun.
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Jan Kubelik : First Line : Your bow swept over a string, and a long low note
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Jaws : First Line : Seven nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death.
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Joy : First Line : Let a joy keep you.

Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : June : First Line : Paula is digging and shaping the loam of a salvia,
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Jungheimer's : First Line : In western fields of corn and northern timber lands,
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Killers : First Line : I am singing to you
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Kin : First Line : Brother, I am fire
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Knucks : First Line : In Abraham Lincoln’s city,