Richard Cory By Edwin Arlington Robinson

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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.

6 thoughts on “Richard Cory By Edwin Arlington Robinson

    msauthorette said:
    May 5, 2014 at 2:44 pm

    This is a perfect commentary on judging others and being envious of those who (appear to) have more. Good piece.


    #AceNewsGroup said:
    May 5, 2014 at 3:49 pm

    Reblogged this on Ace Friends News 2014 and commented:


      Renard Moreau responded:
      May 5, 2014 at 3:51 pm

      [ Smiles ] Thank you for reblogging this poem!


        #AceNewsGroup said:
        May 5, 2014 at 3:54 pm

        Nice words from a nice person :)


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