Then there were bloody towels upon the bath-room floor,
Women’s voices scolding,
High over the confusion a long broken wail of pain.
Mr. McKee awoke from his doze and started in a daze toward the door.
When he had gone half way he turned around and stared at the scene
His wife and Catherine scolding and consoling as they stumbled here and there.
Among the crowded furniture with articles of aid,
The despairing figure on the couch, bleeding fluently,
Trying to spread a copy of Town Tattle over the tapestry scenes of Versailles.
Then Mr. McKee turned and continued on out the door.
Taking my hat from the chandelier, I followed.
Women’s voices scolding,
High over the confusion a long broken wail of pain.
Mr. McKee awoke from his doze and started in a daze toward the door.
When he had gone half way he turned around and stared at the scene
His wife and Catherine scolding and consoling as they stumbled here and there.
Among the crowded furniture with articles of aid,
The despairing figure on the couch, bleeding fluently,
Trying to spread a copy of Town Tattle over the tapestry scenes of Versailles.
Then Mr. McKee turned and continued on out the door.
Taking my hat from the chandelier, I followed.
>Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (Chap. 2 Page 41-42)
This peom is so epic and bloody. The title gives the illusion that it talks about death. The previous stanzas give a huge effect of suspense and makes it blow it out of porpotion for a bloody broken nose.
ReplyDelete@ John, Hey, no one knows that
DeleteI like how your poem emphasizes on how the slap was brutual and how the characters among the setting was startled and how it affected them.
ReplyDelete@ Alex Yeah i felt the same way, plus it didn't seem like they cared
Deletethe passage is very brilliant and the blog is epic. it gives an allusion to the brutal scene.
ReplyDelete@ Esiquiel It may seem like a very brutal scene but in reality it was a slap to the face
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