The Great Gatsby
A Found Poem
by Ellen F.

Gatsby believed in the green light,
the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us.
It eluded us then, but that's no matter-
 tomorrow we will run faster,
stretch out our arms farther.....
"- but no one swooned backward on Gatsby and no French bob touched Gatsby's shoulder and no singing quartets were formed with Gatsby's head for one link." "... and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves,  of the freshness of many clothes and of Daisy,
gleaming like silver,
safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor."
'I'm thirty' I said. 'I'm five years to old to lie to myself and call it honor.'""                           
'Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously.
'Why of course you can!' "