“GATSBY”
through this twilight universe
where poor ghosts, breathing dreams
like air wander
they walked along the moon-lit gravel
into a bright rosy colored space
boats against the current
frightened but graceful, on the edge of
a deathless song
a stir and bustle among the stars
as she blossomed for him like a flower
pervading the air with shades and echoes of
still vibrant emotions
against the blue cool limit of the sky
he forever wed his unutterable visions
to her perishable breath
and so they drove on toward death through
the cooling twilight
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, and me*
* this was an assignment I had in highschool.. using the graceful words of Fitzgerald I assembled his lines from The Great Gatsby into a poem. wanted to revisit it, always after felt inspired by his style and choice of vocabulary..
