AFriendlyFace Posted April 3, 2006 Share Posted April 3, 2006 Ok so first off I'm really not depressed or anything, but I've been trying to remember the name of this poem that deals with suicide. I read it my Junior year of High School so I think it was in American Lit. It was all about this guy, and I think they kept using his name in the poem. It kept talking about how much everyone liked him and how successful he was etc. etc. then in the last line it went something like: and ____ went home and shot himself in the head today Also I think there may have been something about a hat Anyway I just really liked that poem and I've been trying to remember the name of it for a couple of years now (not continuously trying to remember obviously or I'd have gone around the bend by now ) So does anyone know what I'm talking about?? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sparrow Posted April 3, 2006 Share Posted April 3, 2006 I know, I know! The poem is called Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson I read it in high school too and its still one of my favorites. I think Simon and Garfunkel did a song about it too... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Trebs Posted April 3, 2006 Share Posted April 3, 2006 I know, I know! The poem is called Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson I read it in high school too and its still one of my favorites. I think Simon and Garfunkel did a song about it too... Right on both: 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. -- Edwin Arlington Robinson They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town With political connections to spread his wealth around Born into society, a banker's only child He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht! Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got But I, I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read: "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head" But I, I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Oh I wish that I could be Richard Cory -- Paul Simon, 1966 - on the Sounds of Silence album Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
AFriendlyFace Posted April 3, 2006 Author Share Posted April 3, 2006 Thanks Sparrow and Trebs!! That was the poem I was talking about And now I'm going to see if I can download the song lol. Have an awesome day and take care Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
glomph Posted April 4, 2006 Share Posted April 4, 2006 That was one of my favorite poems from high school, too, and that was even before the song. In that fog of time, I had forgotten that it was by Robinson and not from Masters' "Spoon River Anthology." Coincidentally, I just received email from an old friend from whom I rarely hear. He doesn't communicate much with people from his past partly because he considers himself such a great failure. I've always envied him, and his life sounds nearly perfect to me. Also, coincidentally, the message, while needling humor, concerned my potential epitaph. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Will Posted April 4, 2006 Share Posted April 4, 2006 I really enjoyed this poem thank you guys for sharing Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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