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Daisy’s voice Rising and swelling Among soggy whitewashed alleys Cups and lemons and flowers Twinkle-bells of sunshine Plum blossoms Pale gold odor Daisy’s voice A clear artificial note It was the hour of profound human change Outside the wind was loud Daisy’s voice Amid the welcome confusion A faint flow of thunder along the Sound Her throat Full of aching Grieving beauty Gatsby Of a nebulous hue Dripping bare The mantlepiece In his ghostly heart That voice held him most With its fluctuating feverish warmth Was a deathless song - But to I there wasn’t a sound But the bird voices in the trees Without a word or gesture I went out of the room Down the marble steps Into the rain Leaving them there together They had forgotten me I thought with humiliation Gatsby didn't know me now at all
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Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 6:39 PM UTC
Daisy’s Voice
Daisy’s voice Rising and swelling Among soggy whitewashed alleys Cups and lemons and flowers Twinkle-bells of sunshine Plum blossoms Pale gold odor Daisy’s voice A clear artificial note It was the hour of profound human change Outside the wind was loud Daisy’s voice Amid the welcome confusion A faint flow of thunder along the Sound Her throat Full of aching Grieving beauty Gatsby Of a nebulous hue Dripping bare The mantlepiece In his ghostly heart That voice held him most With its fluctuating feverish warmth Was a deathless song - But to I there wasn’t a sound But the bird voices in the trees Without a word or gesture I went out of the room Down the marble steps Into the rain Leaving them there together They had forgotten me I thought with humiliation Gatsby didn't know me now at all
blackout poem from the great gatsby; nick is a funny guy
#gatsby#blackoutpoem
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Muddman
MyHouse
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 6:39 PM UTC
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