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Richard Cory

TJE

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Looking through an old college literature text and figured I could practice typing at the same time.

My favorite poet, with apologizes to Paul Simon; Edwin Arlington Robinson:

Richard Cory

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;


One for the road, then off to Quantico.


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.

1897


One for the road, then off to quantico.

Edwin Arlington Robinson


Leonora

They have made for Leonora this low dwelling in the ground,
And with cedar they have woven the four walls round.
Like a little dryad hiding she'll be wrapped all in green,
Better kept and longer valued than by ways that would have been.

They will come with many roses in the early afternoon,
They will come with pinks and lilies and with Leonora soon;
And as long as beauty's garments over beauty's limbs are thrown,
There'll be lilies that are liars and the rose will have its own.

There will be a wondrous quiet in the house that they have made,
And to-night will be a darkness in the place where she'll be laid;
But the builders, looking forward into time, could only see
Darker nights for Leonora than to-night shall ever be.

1910
 
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Doc

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I always liked that tune (Richard Cory). It was on Simon and Garfunkel's Sounds of Silence LP.
Thanks for the memory bump TJ :clap:
I had no idea of it's origins until this thread.
 

muleman

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Simon & Garfunkel - Richard Cory 1966 live

[ame="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euuCiSY0qYs"]Simon & Garfunkel - Richard Cory 1966 live - YouTube[/ame]
 

tiredretired

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Good stuff right there boys & girls. I wore the Sounds of Silence album out playing it so much when i was in high school. Now that my friends was a long time ago. :mellow:
 

pirate_girl

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TJ, my favourite poets are Poe (Annabel Lee), Dylan Thomas (In Country Sleep.. all of it)..anything from Shakespeare... and me..
I won an outstanding achievement in poetry from the International Library of Poetry for this one and some of the others following.

Afterglow
Ivory towers entangled in love,--
As the man in the moon sends a wink from above....

Mist- on alabaster twisted in passion,--

Like morning dew settling on love's heartfelt ration....

Smoke fills the air, of an incense divine,--

Fingers, intermingled and earth's sweetest wine.....

Tides turning, crashing--in passion's good favour,--

This nectar- I feel- is the god's preferred flavour....

Goldspun, these flickering embers have we,--

Fire,.. drenched for the moment, in complete ecstasy

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This one has no title-

Who will watch with me as I sit in the night---among the fields of desire and delight,

Capture if you will, that orb if you can--and twirl it in magic,and mold me a man--

Then shower with moon beams and charms of my pleasure-- Let him devour this once given treasure-

Back to himself I will offer again-- The deepest perfection of original sin..
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Sand and Wind

I am the sand and you are the wind-----
Breathe upon me, dance with me in nature's never end....

Then send your gales of soft caress upon my every grain.....
Enrapture me in swirling, maddening gusts- without refrain..

Feel the heat from Father sun upon my burning skin---
Drench and pound me with the sea......love's dance.....a breathless win.
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A Shared Storm

Pelting against the window,comes the angry rain,
Tears and glow of pleasure, this act is not in vain---

Flash of light-tempest dance with us,celebrate that we are near,
Don't be jealous moonlit sky,your time will soon be here---

You shall shine- upon this pair, who now lie deep in bliss,
As night falls silently,calmed in the cool- of a midnight lunar kiss......

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Breathless
My heart quickens with each passing glance,
I want so badly darling, to cause your entrance--

This hopeful- waiting, willing damsel in distress,
Weakens at the thought of a bed in a mess....

Most importantly though, I would want to endeavor,
To steal your heart and all your passion forever--

To make you so breathless as each night would pass,
To know you're my lad and that I am your lass--

We'd sail above fields of the heather and dales,
Compete with the winds as they blow stormy gales--

Then days and nights selfish would we two behold,
Spin magical dreams 'til the days we grow old.......
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Knight in Shining Amour
Sing a song of lovers, as you whisper in my ear,-
Rapt in this taunting and haunting ballet, as you continually draw me near..........

Was that the moon I saw shining, or a glow of pure desire?
Was it approval from Orpheus smiling, but warning of devil's fire? ---

Offer the drink of the ages- as you take the steel sword from it's sheath,
Don't worry darling, I fear not the treasure that enraptures me deep from beneath...........

My Knight has me dazzled,his Lady is frazzled- she longs and she's filled with such greed,---
As she holds him and loves him and wickedly grasps at the reins of her fabulous steed..........

Now morning's heroics become him,- She is grateful, and she can adore--
That someday when lusty chivalry calls, he will be there to offer once more.........
:smile:
 

TJE

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When it is good, really good, poetry is a brutal sport. You know how to play.

Excellent!
 

pirate_girl

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They all are posted here somewhere in a thread Tom.
I've been writing poems since I was in my teens, but have lately not worked on any since, except I have something I started in memory of my Mother in my documents- a work in progress.
Sometimes lines come to me for no apparent reason, like in the middle of the night and awake me from sleep (it's happened!), or if I'm doing nothing at all.. a line pops into my head and it just goes on and on.. then I jot it down and wonder what else I can do with it.
I've found the most inspiration are in times of pain or anger, or when I am in love or feeling love for something or someone.

Submitted the one at poetry.com back in the summer of '05 on a whim.
Damn.. didn't know that one would be so taken by so many other poets.
 
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