Understanding "Richard Cory"

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Richard Cory

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.

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  • Thanks for sharing the poem, babai!
    Sadly, most people can't see through the masks many people wear to hide their desperation. Most people only see what's on the outside... and make assumptions. - It's the tragic of this world.

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