These are a few of my favorite things: #17 (Richard Cory by Edwin Arlington Robinson)

Richard Cory

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Edwin Arlington Robinson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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. 

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Richard Cory (Simon & Garfunkel)

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 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 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 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.

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February 12, 2013. Tags: , , , , . Music, Poetry, You tube.

3 Comments

  1. SG replied:

    Hi Ritu, i found your blog really fascinating with all these stories and poems about walking your walk and what is really meant to have a good life. I am a professional working in MNC in delhi with a multiple professional degrees and trying hard to get out of this rat race and learning not to please this conformist society, keep your good work going. SG

    • ritusthoughtcatcher replied:

      Hi SG…thanks a lot for your wonderful comment…I’m beyond thrilled to know that you find my blog useful…& kudos to you for having given a thought to get out of the Rat Race…well thought is more than half done 🙂 …n stay tuned..lots more coming up ..

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