“Richard Cory” – This Poem Is One Of The Best Works Of Literature, Read And Give Your Opinions
The world is such a place of wonders..
Why you are here fighting to be like that man/woman you see or hear of, maybe ’cause of his/her prosperous life, The Person out there is tired of life, tired of everything, tired of who and what he is.
On other explanations, you admire him, he’s this, ‘I want to be like him’, forgetting the world is evil, that people get what they become, what they have, from some sources that comes after them in due time,
you don’t know.
You will think he’s made it so easily, why can’t I make it so easily? Why am I so Unfortunate? You start blaming nature, and curse your creator.
Life truly has two sides, you are there, thinking everything you See, is the same way Others see it, but you come to realise that the ‘6’ you see while at your end, is ‘9’ to the person at the other end.
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
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
And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
Edwin Arlington Robinson was an American poet born in December 22, 1869, and died in April 6, 1935.
He wrote this poem in 1895, but was first published in 1897.