F. Scott Fitzgerald Poems - Poems about F. Scott Fitzgerald

... After I woke up and went out to our little balcony to write… a ladybug landed on my computer and decided there to stay As she traversed the perimeter of my computer… I knew it was going to be gr......

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...It was the summer of 2014, I was just about to turn 13, spending June of summer vacation with my Grandmère, in Paris. Tonight, we’re at a fundraising benefit for African relief (it’s always *somethin......

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...Quote from the original translation Awake! for the morning in the bowl of night, has flung the stone that puts the stars to flight, Lo! the hunter of the East has caught The Sultan’s Tur......

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... “But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.” –“He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven,” by W.B. Yeats “I lo......

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...The Paths We Choose by Edmund Siejka When I was a young writer I read all the greats Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Yeats, James Joyce And so on I could write like them I said So I felt......

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... ( "Write the truest sentence you know." - F. Scott Fitzgerald ) Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims; fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse, when the sheep alumnus in a mo......

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...Emotions war against sense, And his mind remains A pot pourri, And thoughts in his head When he lies in his bed Would make Dorian Gray Appear pristine. He wishes to moralize On a corrupt exam......

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...Working with the great man, larger than life, could be like living in Los Angeles; you might have a nice house on a quiet street with good neighbors, but you knew at any time, there cou......

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...Big, blonde beauties so beautiful and so pretty, such girls of high class drinking from glasses, filled with the best champagne; and smoking their fine cigarettes, while gossiping their fine stories ......

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...It’s a Nineteen-Twenties tune—forgive me, I was born too soon, Going to fake it anyway, and bring back yesterday. Inka-dinka-do, that old soft shoe—and I danced with Georgia Brown. Muskrat rag—“ca......

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...It’s a Nineteen-Twenties tune—forgive me, I was born too soon, Going to fake it anyway, and bring back yesterday. Inka-dinka-do, that old soft shoe—and I danced with Georgia Brown. Muskrat rag—“ca......

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