Poetry, April 6

[jade_sabre]

Brought to you today by Younger Sister, now AKA as Malone, a poem by Edwin Robinson, one which rather reminds me of everything I've read in 19th Century Novel this semester.

Richard Corey

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 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.

Comments

[beautyinsleep.livejournal.com]

Why Malone?

I like how the poem ends so abruptly.

Aggravated? *sends you more Ben&Jerry's ice cream*

[jade-sabre-301.livejournal.com]

it's a song.

hahaha, this guy wrote "Miniver Cheevy," a poem that Erin had to memorize for drama as part of her audition for some play sophomore year (I had one about Tiberius--I should post that at some point), and it's the same sort of short, depressing poem.

*accepts gratefully* Logic is...going, I suppose.

[beautyinsleep.livejournal.com]

Ah.

"Miniver Cheevy"? Funny name.

Ugh, school work. I should be working on a short paper due by Friday, but...I'm not. Good luck! :D

[jyms.livejournal.com]

very pretty, and I like the twist at the end. it's a bit stereotypical, but portrayed in a very poignant way - like the man who apparently has got it all going for him, then kills himself, and people find out the truth, that his life wasn't so perfect after all.

[courtingu.livejournal.com]

i liked the part at the end! it was really good>