Favorite Books
from Throughout My Life
82: The Great Gatsby, 1925, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896–1940)
I read this book in college first—
But didn’t see its wonders then.
(I wasn’t what I might have been—
In fact, in ways, I was the worst.)
But later on I taught the text—
About a decade, more or less—
And grew to love it (would you guess?)—
And you can tell what happened next:
I read Fitzgerald’s other books—
I read what he alluded to
In Gatsby. And when all was
through,
I dived back in for further looks.
I went to see his home, his grave.
I chased down Zelda’s tale, as well.
I read all bios, truth to tell.
I reveled in what research gave.
I miss that book—miss students … mine.
I loved to see their faces change
When Scott began to rearrange
Their world. Oh, nothing is so fine!
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