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Letters to Dead Imagists

by Carl Sandburg, 1916

Emily Dickinson:

you gave us the bumble bee who has a soul,
 The everlasting traveler among the hollyhocks,
 And how God plays around a back yard garden.

Stevie Crane:

War is kind and we never knew the kindness of war till you came;
 Nor the black riders and clashes of spear and shield out of the sea,
 Nor the mumblings and shots that rise from dreams on call.

Published in Chicago Poems

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