went home and put a bullet through his head

[rudywoofs (Pam)]

Quote:

"Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson

Whenever Richard Cory went downtown

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 grade:

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.

one of my favorite verses. always has been. I think it always will be.

No comments necessary.

[John317]

More:

http://www.poemhunter.com/edwin-arlington-robinson/poems/page-1/

[Nan]

A much more poignant expression of the grass always being greener....and how wrong we can be.