He’s Waited So Long (He Waited a Moment Longer)
Kelsey P.

Jay Gatsby
Between his cocktails and his flowers…
In his blue gardens…
Sad and lovely, with bright things in them…
A pause.
(It endured horribly)

Enormously wealthy
A well-rounded man
With one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it
Never quite still
He was content to be alone
(Waiting for the girl with the voice made of money)
A triumph- what thoroughness! What realism!
(To this conception, he was faithful to the end.)

Old friends whom he scarcely knew at all
Words seemed to bite physically into him
(A faint doubt had occurred to him, as to the quality of his present happiness)
Standing in the moonlight- watching over nothing
(The figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of…)
Farewell.

(Gatsby believed in the green light.)

A sense of fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.
(He was better than the whole bunch put together.)