Do you know what this Poem is? It might be difficult to find though?

Question

Its a poem about this man and how he could "speak many languages", and read many books, he was well versed, etc. but then in the end he couldn't keep up his "image" so he shot himself.

I know it ends in "he shot himself"
I don't know who it is by but if you could help that would be AMAZING. Its probably about three short stanzas long.

HOLY MOLY!!!!!THANK YOU MUCH THANK YOU MUCH!!!!

Wow! Can anyone explain the moral of the story? I think I have it but what is your interpretation?

Answer 1

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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It means that it is easy to imagine that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence, but one can never know the private hell that even the supposed best people go through. We should tend our own fires and make the best we can.

Answer 2

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 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.

- Edwin Arlington Robinson -
" The Children Of The Night "

Answer 3

I think it's "Chamfort", by Carl Sandburg....

THERE’S Chamfort. He’s a sample.
Locked himself in his library with a gun,
Shot off his nose and shot out his right eye.
And this Chamfort knew how to write
And thousands read his books on how to live, 5
But he himself didn’t know
How to die by force of his own hand—see?
They found him a red pool on the carpet
Cool as an April forenoon,
Talking and talking gay maxims and grim epigrams. 10
Well, he wore bandages over his nose and right eye,
Drank coffee and chatted many years
With men and women who loved him
Because he laughed and daily dared Death:
“Come and take me.”

I hope this is right....

Answer 4

there was a song about a man who dressed in white satin and hadladies by the score. The refrain is "OOH what a lucky man he was" and in then end he dies, i can't remember who sang it but I'll try to remember than post it. Many songs are from poems .

Answer 5

Don't have a clue, but I'm wondering whether he (by chance) was on the Tower of Babel when he shot himself.

Answer 6

Yes, the person above me is correct

I have read this poem before

Answer 7

"Richard Cory" poem turned into a song by Beatles

enjoy............:)