This website is dedicated to
Carl Sandburg - Chicago Poems
Sandburg was virtually unknown to the literary world
when, in 1914, a group of his poems appeared in the
nationally circulated Poetry magazine. Two years
later his book
Chicago Poems was published, and the
thirty-eight-year-old author found himself on the brink
of a career that would bring him international acclaim.
Carl Sandburg worked from the time he was a
young boy. He quit school following his graduation from eighth grade in
1891 and spent a decade working a variety of jobs. He delivered milk,
harvested ice, laid bricks, threshed wheat in Kansas, and shined shoes
in Galesburg's Union Hotel before traveling as a hobo in 1897.
Sandburg's experiences working and traveling greatly influenced his
writing and political views. He saw first-hand the sharp contrast
between rich and poor, a dichotomy that instilled in him a distrust of
EVERYBODY loved Chick Lorimer in our
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
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
Were there five men or fifty with aching hearts?
Everybody loved Chick Lorimer.
Nobody knows where she's gone.