I just lately posted Edward Arlington Robinson’s poem, “Expensive Associates.” It jogged my memory of a poem of his I encountered in highschool, “Richard Cory.” I discover the poems related, as each recommend that worldly acclaim shouldn’t be what’s most vital.
“Richard Cory”
Each time Richard Cory went down city,
We folks on the pavement checked out him:
He was a gentleman from sole to crown,
Clear favored, and imperially slim.
And he was at all times quietly arrayed,
And he was at all times human when he talked;
However nonetheless he fluttered pulses when he mentioned,
‘Good-morning,’ and he glittered when he walked.
And he was wealthy – sure, richer than a king –
And admirably schooled in each grace:
In high-quality, we thought that he was all the things
To make us want that we have been in his place.
So on we labored, and waited for the sunshine,
And went with out the meat, and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory, one calm summer time night time,
Went dwelling and put a bullet by means of his head.
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