Happy World Poetry Day

Here is a little-known poem by my favorite author, F. Scott Fitzgerald.

ON A PLAY TWICE SEEN

ERE in the figured dark I watch once more;

There with the curtain rolls a year away,

A year of years — There was an idle day

Of ours, when happy endings didn’t bore

Our unfermented souls, and rocks held ore:

Your little face beside me, wide-eyed, gay,

Smiled its own repertoire, while the poor play

Reached me as a faint ripple reaches shore. Yawning and wondering an evening through

I watch alone — and chatterings of course

Spoil the one scene which somehow did have charms;You wept a bit, and I grew sad for you

Right there, where Mr. X defends divorce

And What’s-Her-Name falls fainting in his arms.

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