I want to resurrect this one as well, especially since I never DID assign a poet to at least two people (only one of whom I remember.) So lets POETRY-BOMB FACEBOOK AS WELL (AGAIN!!) Like this post and Ill give you a poet. Kathi Haine I believe I still owe you one. You get John Robinson Jeffers. This one has always stuck with me. Richard Cory (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.
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 02:09:20 +0000
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