Gatsby - A SonnetA Poem by The LarkA poem for F. Scott Fitzgerald's best known story.
No greater love there was, nor is there still, As mine; when statue-like I set my store Through all the night beneath your windowsill, Or at your winking lamp across the shore. I placed you on a pedestal above, Where all men try to reach but cannot claim, Whilst I, your gold-hatted, high-bouncing love Devote myself to measure with your name. Into the fire I leapt: corrupt and base, My soul and blood, if you I might secure; Yes even death! If only for your face, For in my love, these acts were rendered pure. Though all of me became a living lie, All was in love for you, thus ‘great’ am I . © 2012 The LarkReviews
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5 Reviews Added on September 7, 2009 Last Updated on April 15, 2012 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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