Poet: Carl Sandburg
Volume: Chicago Poems
Poem of the Day:
Sep 25 2011
Comment 1 of 1, added on January 8th, 2009 at 7:13 PM.
This poem - it's the first time I've read it and I liked it a lot. One, because its very simply written and 2, because it has a whole lot of meaning. It may not seem like there's a whole lot of meaning at first glance. You see in your mind this wild, beautiful young girl and everyone loved her and now she's gone. Because a hundred men are hunting her and fifty men are heart broken because of her, but she went after her dreams somewhere far off, not caring about anyone. Those guys are heart broken because they couldn't have her. You always want a hundred times more the things you can't get. It hurts a hundred times more just because you know you can't get that person or thing. And what more? You want that person a million times more, you want that thing a million times more - just because you know you can't have it. This girl - she's like a dreamgirl to these men and now she's gone. Everyone's just thinking about where she went and why she left. Has anyone thought of what would happen if she ever came back? I doubt things wouldn't be the same. I doubt she'd be the same laughing lover. Sure she might still have the soft hair and the little cute chin, but maybe not that spirit or that determination. Maybe i'm looking way too deep in it, but I guess what i'm really trying to say is that once someone or something is gone - well - depends on how long they're gone and under what circumstances they're gone - but once they're gone, things have changed, it probably won't be like before. When she came back, all the men run after her, things go back to normal but you know somethings off and nothing can be exactly the same. Maybe she shouldn't have left in the first place. Maybe they should be happy for her that she went after her dreams and find women that actually care about them. Oh, never mind. i ruined this poem's charm. Sorry. But these are just some ideas. But really, I know that if i ever ran off to make my dreams come true, i wouldn't want anyone forgetting about me - especailly not the hundred men or whatever. That would suck :)
saleema from United States
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