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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON EVENING CLOUDS by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE THOSE VARIOUS SCALPELS by MARIANNE MOORE BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY POLITICAL GREATNESS by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WASPS: THE TRIAL OF THE DOG by ARISTOPHANES |