45. Richard Corey

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,   15

Went home and put a bullet through his head.

via 45. Richard Corey. Edwin Arlington Robinson. Modern American Poetry.

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