Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг)

Gone

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.

1. Young Sea
2. Bas-Relief
3. Love Beyond Keeping
4. Old-fashioned Requited Love
5. Subway

Emily Dickinson (Эмили Дикинсон) Gone ("Went up a year this evening!")

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