The poem
1. Sunlight
There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed
in the slung bucket and the sun stood like a griddle cooling against the wall
of each long afternoon. So, her hands scuffled over the bakeboard, the reddening stove
sent its plaque of heat against her where she stood in a floury apron by the window.
Now she dusts the board with a goose's wing, now sits, broad-lapped, with whitened nails
and measling shins: here is a space again, the scone rising to the tick of two clocks.
And here is love like a tinsmith's scoop sunk past its gleam in the meal-bin.
2. The Seed Cutters
They seem hundreds of years away. Brueghel, You'll know them if I can get them true. They kneel under the hedge in a half-circle Behind a windbreak wind is breaking through. They are the seed cutters. The tuck and frill Of leaf-sprout is on the seed potates Buried under that straw. With time to kill, They are taking their time. Each sharp knife goes Lazily halving each root that falls apart In the palm of the hand: a milky gleam, And, at the centre, a dark watermark. Oh, calendar customs! Under the broom Yellowing over them, compose the frieze With all of us there, our anonymities.
This poem is not by Alan Seeger
Mossbawn is by Seamus Heaney.
About Richard Cory
E. A. Robinso is one of the best 19th century American poets. As a poet his interest lies on thus people who have failed to get emotional happiness. He is a poet of pessimistic out look. He is not so much concerns with the surface aspects of life. He is famous for irony depiction () of an individual character. The present poem is grim (unpleasant,) and tragic. It is the tragic portrait of the wealthy and mysterious…
Read the whole commentE. A. Robinso is one of the best 19th century American poets. As a poet his interest lies on thus people who have failed to get emotional happiness. He is a poet of pessimistic out look. He is not so much concerns with the surface aspects of life. He is famous for irony depiction () of an individual character.
The present poem is grim (unpleasant,) and tragic. It is the tragic portrait of the wealthy and mysterious person. The poem tells us the life story of Richard Cory. We are given the comments coming from the people on the pavement. They are the poor villagers of Richard Cory. As reported by them, Cory is the perfect gentleman, clean-shaven and slim, generous (), well dress and graceful (). The poor villagers admire, invar, acknowledge Cory for his greatest and distinction. They have the deep desired to be like him. Cory is as a king, whereas the poor villagers are healable to win the beater and bitter.
A type of comparison is drawn between Cory and the poor villagers. Seemingly the comparison is in favors of Cory. The last two tines just destroy what is developed by fourteenth lines. In a way the fourteenth lines are the hyperbolic expression. The last two lines bring out complete reversal in our assumption of Cory. At one calm summer night out of inward failure Cory commits the suicide. Since the narrator takes limited point of view, Cory’s tragedy is undefined. We are left asking why. The poem doesn’t give any evidences of his tortured soul. The poor villagers just study Cory at a far distant. They do not sense about Cary’s agonized self. So the poem is a statement on the hollowness of success. The poem takes its place alongside
The Great Gatsby, A powerful warning agonized the so-called success story. The external details emphasize Cory’s appearance, dress and manner. In all he is out standing. But the poor villager’s are least aware of the fact that Cory has chaired a hell with in himself.
Light is the critical word showing the inadequacy () of Cory. There is the punning effect. Light on the one hand signifies material richness of which Cory has enough. On the other hand light signifies spiritual happiness that Cory lacks. Cory suffers from spiritual dryness conflict in the poem is between the outside show of greatness and the inward violence o death. People have more in them then we suppose them to have. The lesson of the poem is that we really know very little about other people.