| Carl Sandburg (18781967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 140. Letters to Dead Imagists |
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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. | |
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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, | 5 |
| Nor the mumblings and shots that rise from dreams on call. | |
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