ON A PLAY TWICE SEEN
by: F. Scott Fitzgerald
- 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.
MORE POEMS BY F. SCOTT FITZGERALD
"On a Play Twice Seen"
is reprinted from the Nassau Literary Magazine, June 1917.