Carl Sandburg

Here you will find the Poem Gone of poet Carl Sandburg


Everybody loved Chick Lorimer in our town. 
Far off 
Everybody loved her. 
So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold 
On a dream she wants.
Nobody knows now where Chick Lorimer went. 
Nobody knows why she packed her trunk .. a few old things 
And is gone, 
Gone with her little chin 
Thrust ahead of her
And her soft hair blowing careless 
From under a wide hat, 
Dancer, singer, a laughing passionate lover. 

Were there ten men or a hundred hunting Chick? 
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer. 
Nobody knows where she?s gone.