A poem that reminds me why I'm a liberal:

[Heidi]

(Not to bum ya'll out, but to remind myself and all of us that we are "the people." Unity, my friends. :thumbsup: )

Richard Cory
by Edward 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 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.

[billyskank]

1. There is much I could say about that

But here I think I will stay silent.

[Heidi]

3. There's much I could say, too, billy.

Beginning with, "That's not the way things should be in America." But it's not far from the way things are, sadly.

[billyskank]

5. I just did say something

Check your PM.

[CaliforniaPeggy]

2. Thank you, my dear Heidi......

I have always liked this poem......it speaks to what is truly valuable in our lives.....

And material things are not as valuable as our souls.....

Thank you for reminding me of this very important fact, my dear gf...


:hug:

[Heidi]

4. You're right again, Peggy.

Material things are not as valuable as our souls. It makes me sad that so many of us are living without adequate nutrition, shelter and medical care, while others flaunt their wealth without regard to "we the people." That's what the poem means to me (though I don't generally enjoy rhyming poetry.)

Unity.

[Wapsie B]

6. So many have this idea of having theirs

and property rights and having more than the next guy that they live in this constant state of fear. Fear that someone will take it all away. Fear that someone will see through the facade of invincibility they've put up.

[Heidi]

7. We are living in the society that fear built,

governed by the folks who feed us fear every day in order to validate their own existence as our protectors. I'm very glad to know that you're not buying into their game, my friend. Nor am I. :hug:

[Wapsie B]

9. That's what makes us Democrats my friend.

We question the status quo. We question the fear that's drilled into us.

:hug:

[BigMcLargehuge]

8. my fav EA Robinson poem

Miniver Cheevy, child of scorn,
Grew lean while he assailed the seasons;
He wept that he was ever born,
And he had reasons.

Miniver loved the days of old
When swords were bright and steeds were prancing;
The vision of a warrior bold
Would set him dancing.

Miniver sighed for what was not,
And dreamed, and rested from his labors;
He dreamed of Thebes and Camelot,
And Priam's neighbors.

Miniver mourned the ripe renown
That made so many a name so fragrant;
He mourned Romance, now on the town,
And Art, a vagrant.

Miniver loved the Medici,
Albeit he had never seen one;
He would have sinned incessantly
Could he have been one.

Miniver cursed the commonplace
And eyed a khaki suit with loathing;
He missed the mediæval grace
Of iron clothing.

Miniver scorned the gold he sought,
But sore annoyed was he without it;
Miniver thought, and thought, and thought,
And thought about it.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,
Scratched his head and kept on thinking;
Miniver coughed, and called it fate,
And kept on drinking.

[RetroLounge]

10. It was also a song

Simon and Garfunkel, I believe...

We did a cover of it in an old band.

or maybe they covered it also:



RL