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.

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 shouts that rise from dreams on

Analysis, meaning and summary of Carl Sandburg's poem Letters To Dead Imagists

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  1. Roger Foreman says:

    Anybody know the source of the third line of Crane: “mumblings and shouts that rise from dreams on call”
    From Crane’s poetry, like the first two?
    A line from a story? from _The Red Badge of Courage_?

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