Posted by OddipusRex on August 16, 2002, at 12:41:05
In reply to Re: ? » Phil, posted by shar on August 16, 2002, at 1:16:28
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 placeSo 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.
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The poem was Richard Corey by Edward Arlington Robinson. I think the song by S and G was based on it.
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