Richard Corey

by doreen peri

Posted to Utterances on 2003-08-07 10:38:00


 Richard Corey……..Edwin Arlington Robinson
 
WHENEVER Richard Corey 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 place.  
  
So on we worked, and waited for the light,  
  And went without the meat, and cursed the bread;  
And Richard Corey, one calm summer night,
  Went home and put a bullet through his head.