This is Jockamo, he is a French Harlequin...isn't he an arrogant looking fellow I fell in love with his beautiful blue eyes and his teeny tiny heart. He goes well with the poem I want to share, they are both favorites of mine.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.
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.
1 comment:
Wow...I love the mask, and the poignant poem. How sad a story. Reminds me of a boy I knew in High School.
How you doing today, Sweet SissyDea? We leave tomorrow for a weekend of performances down on the coast near Brookings. House sitter is coming over in about 45 minutes...
I'm feeling nostolgic. ((hugs))
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