Posted by OddipusRex on August 16, 2002, at 12:49:21
In reply to Re: the poem Richard Corey » shar, posted by OddipusRex on August 16, 2002, at 12:41:05
Here are the Paul Simon lyrics. I remember studying that poem in English class too and the teacher bringing in the song.
A Most Peculiar Man
He was a most peculiar man
That's what Mrs. Rearson says
and she should know
She lived upstairs from him
A most peculiar manHe was a most peculiar man
He lived alone within his house
Within his room, within himself
A most peculiar manHe had no friends he seldom spoke
And no one in turn ever spoke to him
'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care
And he wasn't like them
A most peculiar manHe died last Saturday
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep
And never wake up
To a silent world and a tiny room
And Mrs Reardon says he has a brother somewhere
Who should be notified soonAnd all the people said
What a shame that he's dead
But wasn't he a most peculiar manRICHARD COREY
They say that Richard Corey
Owns one half of this whole town
With political connections
To spread his wealth aroundHE WAS Born into society
A banker's only CHILD
He has everything a man could want
Power grace and styleBut I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
OH I WISH THAT I COULD BE
Yes I wish that I could be
Richard CoreyThe papers print his picture
Almost everywhere he goes
Richard Corey at the opera
Richard Corey at a showAnd the rumours of his parties
And the orgies on his yacht
He surely must be happy
With everything he's gotBUT I work....Richard Corey
He really gave to charity
He HAD THE COMMON TOUCH
They were grateful for his patronage
And they thanked him very muchSo my mind was filled with wonder
When the evening headlines read
Richard Corey went home tonight
And shot a bullet through his headBUT I work....Richard Corey
~~~~~~~~~~~~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.
> ~~~~~~
> The poem was Richard Corey by Edward Arlington Robinson. I think the song by S and G was based on it.
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