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Alright, bitches. We all kow that Richard Cory is the greatest poem ever written. Here's the second greatest.

"Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table."

Those are the first three lines of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock" by T.S. Eliot, and those lines make it worth the price of a book of T.S. Eliot poetry.

Here's the rest of the poem, if you want to clicky the linky.


I just wrote a techno song using the poem as vocals. Ad it does indeed kick ass.
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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.