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.
~Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Shall I just say, I am disturbed?
…although, I do like the point of the poem.
But still.
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Isn’t it so cool, though? The whole thing is so…peaceful, and sing-songy…and then there’s the last line. And it’s like a slap in the face. And you have to read it two, three, four times until you really…realize what it says. And then the whole poem…it suddenly makes so much more sense. <3 *writing a paper on this poem now*
…*likes poetry a lot* =)
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Yea. It is really cool. But why are all the cool poems so… morbid and disturbing?
=P
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Lol! Good question. =P I would tell you some of the other cool things we’ve read in Lit, but…*cough* most of them are all either morbid or disturbing too, so…XD
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I like morbid and disturbing. And I like this poem. And Rebekah, it’s because of Poe. It’s all his fault =P
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