I read Richard Cory after a long time. Hmmmmmmm.. sometimes it is just how it is, isn’t it?

Attaching the poem below.

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.

4 thoughts on “Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson

    1. I did not till earlier today. It is when Ingrid, a fellow blogger, mentioned about the song I listened to it for the first time. Good one!
      I am glad you enjoyed the poem😊

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