the girl who fell in love with Scott Fitzgerald

for my lovely lost friend Susan Hill who was the girl
 
there was this girl
fell in love with Scott Fitzgerald
just by reading
Tender is the night
there was this girl
who wept 
at the thought of his death
 
there was this girl
loved Zelda too
from pity and from pain
while that green-eyed man ran
drunken through her dreamy dreams
seeking her hot regard
her felt love
for his own soul-self
 
and she was his anchor
and she was his sail
and he was her vision
and he was her grail
 
then Zelda slipped nightly
into her tender-taken sleep
and lightly charmed her man away
with but the faintest glimpse of paradise
siging the while:
 
he is mine 
he is mine
always mine
 
there was this girl
fell in love with Scott Fitzgerald
who wept
at the thought of his death
 
.
 
 
Jeff Cloves
Pic: Claire Palmer
 

 


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