Poem 9: “Richard Cory”
April 9, 2009
I know. Another narrative. I think I liked Edwin Arlington Robinson’s "Richard Cory" first because it tricked me. I recall reading it in my sophomore American Lit survey class. I think it was the simplicity of the lines and their abab rhyme scheme. I was taken in by the nursery-rhyme-like quality and then shocked by that last line. That was the point, of course. Robinson got exactly the reaction he wanted out of me.
For better or worse though, the version of the poem that I carry around in my head is courtesy of Simon and Garfunkel: