School Poetry.

17Feb10

I have to say, this is one of my favorite poems I’ve read all year.

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 in his head.
-Edwin Arlington Robinson

The way the author makes your believe the man, Richard Cory, is happy and wonderful, and then reminds you in such a harsh way that what is seemingly perfect on the outside, isn’t to say it is on the inside.

I love it!

-ONEgorgeousCoOkie

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