Richard Corey

Richard Cory
BY EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON
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.

Response
I think in the poem “Richard Corey” its talking about just because someone looks like they have the best life someone could ask for doesn’t mean they’re happy on the inside. Something could be tearing them apart and mess people won’t know it until something happens, like suicide. Never let someones looks fool you on what they’re really feeling

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