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Erick Mead
01-06-2009, 12:25 PM
Richard Cory

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 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.

Edwin Arlington Robinson (1897)

sorokod
01-06-2009, 03:28 PM
I have not heard of Edwin Arlington Robinson before.

Thanks

C. David Henderson
01-06-2009, 04:33 PM
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a bankers only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything hes got.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head.

But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.

Simon and Garfunkel, circa 1966.:)

Erick Mead
01-06-2009, 05:31 PM
I have not heard of Edwin Arlington Robinson before. ThanksYou are welcome. Not as tragic a life as Arthur O'Shaughnessy, but they both had that certain something that the Edwardian and Gilded Ages brought out, a sort of worldy unworldiness, less brash than the Victorians like Kipling. Tolkien and Lewis had it too.

Try "Children of the Night:"
http://books.google.com/books?hl=en&id=4egTAAAAIAAJ&dq=%22children+of+the+Night%22+Robinson&printsec=frontcover&source=web&ots=uIaKFBreZn&sig=2mFRkHTM3V0zf0_ME4-Gn5e62Sw&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=1&ct=result#PPA4,M1

"It is the crimson, not the gray
That charms the twilight of all time,
It is the promise of the day
That makes the starry sky sublime,

It is the faith within the fear
That holds us to the life we curse..."

Lan Powers
01-07-2009, 10:33 AM
Thank you both, Very nice.
Lan