Richard Cory by 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-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.
虎媽讀後感: 多完美的一個人，他擁有所有人想要的一切，可是他沒有朋友，沒有家人，永遠都只是一個人……最後自己帶走了自己。
“Richard Cory, a man with everything but a truly friend, a gentleman from sole to crown but a loving and tender mind, a man who has the courage to end his own life but a heart to find a loving one. What a sad and beautiful poem! – from my friend Susan Wu”
