Edwin Arlington Robinson: Richard Cory

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.

Kad god bi Richard Cory kročio u grad
gledasmo ga mi, s pločnika masa:
bje gospodin od pete do vrha tad,
uredna lica i carskoga stasa.

Uvijek dotjeran, al' se ne nameće,
razgovorom toplinu uvijek vraća,
no uzburka srca kad god reče:
"Dobro jutro" pa u sjaju korača.

I bješe bogat—da, od kralja više!—
poučen manirima sa svakom gestom,
Mislili smo da je on baš to sve
da nas mami na njegovo mjesto.

Pa kunusmo kruh jer mesa gladne su oči,
i radismo petkom, i radismo svetkom;
A Richard se Cory jedne ljetne noći
u svojemu domu pogostio metkom.

Prepjevali: Kristina Šekrst, Šimun Ćužić