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OpenStudy (anonymous):

I just finish reading the book The Great Gatsby and now I have to find a poem to compare it to. I found two poems but I need help selecting the one that goes more with the theme of The Great Gatsby. Help please?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

These are the poems I found; http://ronhullauthor.com/poems/roaring20s.htm and http://kennallan.com/poems/time/theroaring20s.html

OpenStudy (anonymous):

copy and paste them

OpenStudy (anonymous):

What the stories?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

yeah

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Roaring 20s The war to end all wars was over, and so was the deadly flu. It was time to think of life and living, a time for me and you. You in your flapper finery, your long cigarette holder askew. Me in my knickers and straw hat, we strolled down the avenue. Watched movies both silent and sinful, until the night was new. And then danced till the night was gone, drinking the latest bootleg brew. To the sound of the Count and Duke, the Charleston, the Lindy Hop so brand-new. We were bee’s knees, to the tees, and nouveau riche, too. We were Bearcat and Stutts, Tin Lizzies in ruts, always on the go. When I asked you to "cut the rug. " You never, ever, said "No." You were my peach, we'd summer at the beach. And welcome the winter snow. A warm fire with no place to go. We were high wire, our hearts were on fire, it lasted as long as a flame, a decadent decade in name. Came 1929 and the dire bell rang, we sang our last “Old Lang Syne.” But as we look back, can’t help but lack, the luster of that wild and wonderful time.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

- THE ROARING '20s - The flappers all danced while the bootleggers fought In a decade that roared with social amends When jazz was played cool and the booze was served hot. As moral suppression and greed declared war, Young women found freedom by flaunting new trends And flappers all danced while the bootleggers fought. A few words exchanged at the speakeasy door Divided the mob into victims or friends When jazz was played cool and the booze was served hot. The Charleston conquered the old ballroom floor While crime was ignored by the money it spends, And flappers all danced while the bootleggers fought. A bull in the market caused prices to soar, But few are aware of the doom it portends, So jazz was played cool and the booze was served hot. Then Wall Street collapses and drowns out the roar And panic begins where prosperity ends, But flappers still danced while the bootleggers fought And jazz was played cool while the booze was served hot.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

@Sameerah11 Can you help?

OpenStudy (anonymous):

I'd go with the second one

OpenStudy (anonymous):

Awesome. I was thinking of that one but I needed some clarification and yeah, thanks.

OpenStudy (anonymous):

No problem

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