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I first read this poem in high school. It made a huge impact. I remembered it when the internet came out. I recently found it in a memoir and used it in a book talk. It stands the test of time.
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.
Final Verse from Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson
too favored too slim
somebody save him
see him, butterfly —
his “Good Mornings” a cry
you saw his crown
it dazzled your eyes
like a hypnotic notion
your pulse weakens
as the color drained
from his diamond skin
you yearned to squeeze your bare feet
into his bedazzling footsteps of fame
with an empty forest of pockets, you dream
for Mr. Cory’s golden breadcrumbs of sin
cold, hungry hands in jealousy
whilst Cory turns forever green
only then do you bend your knee
in thankfulness of another dawn
remember we are all men
and sometimes we forget “our fellows”
perhaps one lass or lad with honest eyes
could have penetrated some of the lies
perhaps Richard would have opened the book,
having the Creator race his pulse, salvation sought
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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