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Richard Cory
by
Edwin Arlington Robinson (about 1900)
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was a
gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean-favoured 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 in his head.
Dieses Gedicht beschreibt sehr eindrucksvoll den "Verlust der Glücksfähigkeit in unserer Kultur".
Untertitel des Buchs "Auf der Suche nach dem verlorenen Glück" von Jean LiedloffRichard Cory wird bewundert. Und der Autor kann kaum verstehen, dass so ein Mensch Selbstmord begeht.