Tuesday, April 10, 2012

National Poetry Month No. 4

Okay, a couple of things: I didn't know that Edward Arlington Robinson: I didn't know that he won 2 Pulitzer Prizes.

You can learn more about him HERE.

And I'll never forget reading/hearing David McCullough likened David Wallace, the handsome, popular father of Bess Wallace Truman to Richard Cory. It was just over in the next block [here in Independence, MO] that he killed himself in 1903.

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-favoured 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 in his head.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

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