Thursday, November 15, 2012

Richard Cory


Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored, and imperially slim.

And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said,
'Good-morning,' and he glittered when he walked.

And he was rich - yes, richer than a king -
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.

So on we worked, and waited for the light,
And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.

7 comments:

  1. As long as the parallels do not extend to the going home and putting a bullet through his head part I'd say that's not a half bad existence..

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  2. what a sad and terrible story,i agree, parallels do exist, all that glitters is not gold :(

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  3. Love the poem, never judge the inside from the outside

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  4. So sad. The grass isn't always greener on the ther side. You never know what someone is going through despite what they portay outwardly. I hope the parrallel doesn't extend to the suicide part of the poem. If so please reach out to someone!

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  5. So sad. The grass isn't always greener on the ther side. You never know what someone is going through despite what they portay outwardly. I hope the parrallel doesn't extend to the suicide part of the poem. If so please reach out to someone!

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  6. Yes parellels exist..Until we get to the other side, lets make do of what we have here and continue to change lives

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  7. Poor Richard Cory. I love the poem nevertheless :)

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