From: batt@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: Richard Cory
Date: Tue Aug  9 04:23:06 1994

anyways...this is the poem that i believe finally inspired me to
write myself...i had long before tried,  and written parodies and
imitations,  but this is the one that finally got the muse yanking
on my nerves...
 
     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  (1869 - 1935)