Monday Morning Poetry

Things aren’t always what they seem. That’s the lesson for one of this week’s poems that I really enjoyed. In truth, I’d read it before, but I enjoy reading it every time. I’m talking about “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 richyes, 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.
 But that’s not all! I also thoroughly enjoyed “Maud Muller” by John Greenleaf Whittier. This one was a bit longer so you’ll have to take your time. I read it twice to make sure I got the meaning. Since it’s quite a long poem, I won’t post it here, but you can find it on google.

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