Carl Sandburg (1878–1967). Chicago Poems. 1916.

140. Letters to Dead Imagists

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.