Poetic Openings : Carl Sandburg to Carl Sandburg

Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Theme In Yellow : First Line : I spot the hills
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : They Will Say : First Line : Of my city the worst that men will ever say is this:
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : To A Contemporary Bunkshooter : First Line : You come along… tearing your shirt… yelling about Jesus.
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : To A Dead Man : First Line : Over the dead line we have called to you
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : To Beachey, 1912 : First Line : Riding against the east,

Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : To Certain Journeymen : First Line : Undertakers, hearse drivers, grave diggers,
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Trafficker : First Line : Among the shadows where two streets cross,
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Troths : First Line : Yellow dust on a bumble
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Two : First Line : Memory of you is… a blue spear of flower.
Poet : Carl Sandburg : Poem : Two Neighbors : First Line : Faces of two eternities keep looking at me.