I truly love this poem. I think it's a
perfect example of what you see on the
outside might not be what is on the
inside. My brothers teacher 2 years ago
was the happiest, most wonderful, caring
person to know. Dropped her 12 year old
daughter off at her dads, went home and
committed suicide. No one thought she
would have done it.......No one to this
day can understand why..... But anyway,
enough with the meloncholoy. I just
really like the story in this poem.
Richard corey
by: edwin arlington robinson
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.
