These Fragments I Have Shored Against My Ruins
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.
2 weeks, 1 day
This was a hard poem to write, because it’s true. Most of my poems are a mix of truth, fiction and daydreaming, which allows me to enjoy them without taking them too seriously, but this hit home. 181 more words
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How does a man come on his difference, and how does he feel about it when he first finds it out? At first it may well frighten him, as his difference with the Church frightened Martin Luther.