Poem by Carl Sandburg

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. The Road and the End
2. Sea Slant
3. Wistful
4. Bones
5. Dan

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

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