Tonight finds me both sick and tired. I then don't feel much like making a blog entry. Instead I thought I would leave you with one of my favouite poems by one of my favourite poets. Indeed, I'm apparently not the only one who likes the poem. Simon and Gafunkel set it to music and the song appears on their album Sounds of Silence. Anyway, here is the poem...
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 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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