James Gatz, young and
poor, reached for the stars each night,
and dreamt of an
incorruptible beauty.
Set free from the
enslavement of hope deferred,
young James
followed hope into the sea.
Traveling the world,
he lay upon the boat's deck,
and dreamt of an
incorruptible beauty.
Jay Gatsby, after the
war, dedicated his soul
into transforming his
dream of incorruptible beauty to his reality.
Years later, he
possessed the average opinion of beauty, wealth,
yet he still needed
one more daisy in his bouquet of flowers.
James Gatz died,
his ghostly heart filled with hope,
but his boat sank,
overturned by the current of the past.
~
“There must have been moments even
that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own
fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond
her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion,
adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that
drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will
store up in his ghostly heart.”
“The lawn and drive had been crowded with the faces of
those who guessed at his corruption - and he had stood on those steps,
concealing his incorruptible dream, as he waved them good-by.”
"Gatsby had an extraordinary gift for hope--such
a romantic readiness I have never found in any other person and which it is not
likely I shall ever find again."
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