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“Play the character”
Students will be asked to put themselves in Richard Cory’s place and tell in one paragraph, what lead him to committing suicide. After they have finished, they will switch their books with another student in the class. That will then take turns reading each other’s paragraph.
“Pass the ball activity”
Students will be asked to stand in a circle and one student will be given a sock ball as they will be engaged in a “Pass the ball” activity. They will be instructed that when the song “I like to move it” starts, the ball should be thrown to random individuals and this should continue until the music stops. When the music stops the student holding the sock ball will have to either identify one of the literary devices presented in the poem, tell why they say it is that device and comment on its effectiveness or they will identify a theme and tell how that theme is evident/developed in the poem.
Lines from the poem to identify the devices
· Irony- And Richard Cory, one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head. (Lines 15-16)
· Metaphor- “imperially slim” (line 4)
· Metaphor- “he glittered when he walked” (line 8)
Themes from the poem
· Appearance versus Reality
The Poem 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.
Edwin Arlington Robinson