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.

User Rating: 4,1 / 5 ( 238 votes ) 12

Comments (12)

Nice flow of words good write
beautiful................
For the blue-vine And for tenderness For every second And elation.......................excellence of life enligtens soul, quite unearthly organic, wonderful expression of matrix by life and living, ingeniously revealed the depth of quest,10+++++, thanks for sharing
This verse in prayer form is lovely Tsira.... you have a simple but very effective way of versing your thoughts and we are all grateful to you for that..... a definite 10 and more from Fay...xx
one of your best, excellent 10++++
See More