Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Poetic Fitzgerald!
The little dog was sitting on the table looking with blind eyes through the smoke, and from time to time groaning faintly. People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away. Some time toward midnight Tom Buchanan and Mrs. Wilson stood face to face discussing, in impassioned voices, whether Mrs. Wilson had any right to mention Daisy’s name...
Then there were bloody towels upon the bath-room floor, and women’s voices scolding, and high over the confusion a long broken wail of pain. (Fitzgerald 41)
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That's a really good poem bro! I liked it, good job.
ReplyDeleteI thought we had to do the poem over the book though?
I like this poem too, but it has to be about the book 'big papi!' Lol.
ReplyDeletethe poem had to be about the book but great poem good job on turning it into your own poem
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