The Collected Poems of F. Scott Fitzgerald E-Book

Francis Scott Fitzgerald

• Herausgeber: e-artnow
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2013

Seitenzahl: 15

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This carefully crafted ebook: "The Collected Poems of F. Scott Fitzgerald" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Table of Contents: Clay Feet. First Love. Football. For A Long Illness. Fragment. Marching Streets (1919 version). Marching Streets (1945 version). Oh, Sister, Can You Spare your Heart. Lamp in the Window. Oh Misseldine's. Princeton—The Last Day. The Staying Up all Night. Thousand-and-First Ship. Our April Letter. Sad Catastrophe. One Southern Girl. To Boath. The Pope at Confession. Rain Before Dawn. Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (1896 – 1940) was a Jazz Age novelist and short story writer who is considered to be among the greatest twentieth-century American writers. Although not known as a poet, F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote poetry all his life, mostly in the form of song lyrics or rhyming banter.

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F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Collected Poems of F. Scott Fitzgerald

e-artnow, 2013

Table of Contents

Clay Feet.

First Love.

Football.

For A Long Illness.

Fragment.

Marching Streets (1919 version).

Marching Streets (1945 version).

Oh, Sister, Can You Spare your Heart.

Lamp in the Window.

Oh Misseldine’s.

Princeton—The Last Day.

The Staying Up all Night.

Thousand-and-First Ship.

Our April Letter.

Sad Catastrophe.

One Southern Girl.

To Boath.

The Pope at Confession.

Rain Before Dawn.

Clay Feet.

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Clear in the morning I can see them sometimes: Men, gods and ghosts, slim girls and graces— Then the light grows, noon burns, and soon there come times When I see but the pale and ravaged places Their glory long ago adorned.—And seeing My whole soul falters as an invalid Too often cheered. Did something in their being Of worth go from them when my ideal did?

Men, gods and ghosts, cast down by that young damning, You have no answer; I but heard you say, “Why, we are weak. We failed a bit in shamming.”

—So I am free! Will freedom always weigh So much around my heart? For your defection, Break! You who had me in your keeping, break! Fall From that great height to this great imperfection!

Yet I must weep.—Yet can I hate you all?

First Love.

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All my ways she wove of light, Wove them all alive,

Made them warm and beauty bright…

So the trembling ambient air Clothes the golden waters where The pearl fishers dive.

When she wept and begged a kiss Very close I’d hold her,

And I know so well in this

Fine fierce joy of memory

She was very young like me

Though half an aeon older.

Once she kissed me very long, Tiptoed out the door,