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.