Poetic Openings : Carl Sandburg to Carl Sandburg

Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Harbor : First Line : Passing through huddled and ugly walls
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Has-been : First Line : A stone face higher than six horses stood five thousand
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Junk Man : First Line : I am glad God saw Death
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Mist : First Line : I am the mist, the impalpable mist,
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The People, Yes : First Line : Lincoln?

Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Red Son : First Line : I love your faces I saw the many years
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Right To Grief : First Line : To Certain Poets About to Die
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Road And The End : First Line : I shall foot it
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Shovel Man : First Line : On the street
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : The Walking Man Of Rodin : First Line : Legs hold a torso away from the earth.