Treasure Island

cheyenne mccartney


Richard Cory


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 19, 2014

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  • Adeline Foster (6/2/2014 5:49:00 PM)

    My dear girl: Whenever you find a poem, that you so enjoy, that you wish to share it with the world, you must attribute it to the original author. I, too, enjoyed this poem very much and I don't blame you for wanting to share it. You don't want to be thought a plagiarist, do you?
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  • * Sunprincess * (3/30/2014 9:52:00 PM)

    .......dear sir, ...I have read this poem before by a poet named Edwin robinson....he must have stolen this poem from you....please look into it asap... (Report) Reply

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