Francis Scott Fitzgerald

((1896 - 1940) / Saint Paul, Minnesota, United States)

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Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 – December 21, 1940) was an American author of novels and short stories, whose works are the paradigm writings of the Jazz Age, a term he coined himself. He is widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century. Fitzgerald is considered a member of the "Lost Generation" of the 1920s. He finished four novels: This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and Damned, Tender Is the Night, and his most famous, The Great Gatsby. A fifth, unfinished novel, The Love of the Last Tycoon, was published posthumously. Fitzgerald also wrote many short stories that treat themes of youth and promise along with despair and ... more »

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  • ''Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook E," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).
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  • ''Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook E," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).
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  • ''Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook E," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).
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  • ''Her unselfishness came in pretty small packages well wrapped.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook E," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).
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  • ''No grand idea was ever born in a conference, but a lot of foolish ideas have died there.''
    F. Scott Fitzgerald (1896-1940), U.S. author. "Notebook E," The Crack-Up, ed. Edmund Wilson (1945).
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  • Kenneth (3/27/2019 1:47:00 PM)

    Thee most interesting thing about Fitzgerald and his poetry was that he never believed he was very good at it and that is why he chose not to write more poetry.
    He was so serious about his writing that if he could not produce something truly great in his own mind he would prefer not to write it.
    Swinburne was his favorite poet.

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  • angelina (10/15/2018 4:36:00 PM)

    wow he did a lot of writing and making a lot of poem and books

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  • Chahat (7/9/2018 9:35:00 AM)

    Your poetries are amazing.❤

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  • SCOUTT (2/28/2018 10:07:00 AM)

    HEy josh, just wanted to say [ick up your things thanks

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  • SCOUTT (2/28/2018 10:07:00 AM)

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Best Poem of Francis Scott Fitzgerald

City Dusk

COME out . . . . out
To this inevitable night of mine
Oh you drinker of new wine,
Here's pageantry . . . . Here's carnival,
Rich dusk, dim streets and all
The whispering of city night . . . .

I have closed my book of fading harmonies,
(The shadows fell across me in the park)
And my soul was sad with violins and trees,
And I was sick for dark,
When suddenly it hastened by me, bringing
Thousands of lights, a haunting breeze,
And a night of streets and singing . . . .

I shall know you by your eager feet
And by your pale, pale hair;...

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