Poetic Openings : Carl Sandburg to Carl Sandburg

Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Languages : First Line : There are no handles upon a language
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Last Answers : First Line : I wrote a poem on the mist
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Letters To Dead Imagists : First Line : EMILY DICKINSON:
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Limited : First Line : I am riding on a limited express, one of the crack trains
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Loam : First Line : In the loam we sleep,

Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Losses : First Line : I Have love
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Lost : First Line : Desolate and lone
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Mag : First Line : I wish to God I never saw you, Mag.
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Mamie : First Line : Mamie beat her head against the bars of a little Indiana
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Margaret : First Line : Many birds and the beating of wings

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