Robinson's poetry was interesting in that everything seemed fine right up until about the last line of each poem. In "Richard Corey" we are introduced to a man that everyone love and admires. Everyone wants to be him. And then, in the last line of the poem, Richard Corey "went home and put a bullet through his head."
This reminds me of many of today's celebrities. We only see what they want us to see. And why are we so fascinated with them anyway? What is so different about them, that makes us starve ourselves to look like them? And today, a lot of celebrities' images are altered in some way, either through plastic surgery or airbrushing... yet we still want to look like them, even when THEY don't even look like themselves any more.
I wonder why the character Richard Corey would have killed himself. Was he lonely? He had all these people admiring him, but did any of them talk to him? If you think about it, most people think that celebrities are "too good" to date an average person, so most people don't bother getting to know them. Maybe he was in debt from spending so much money on maintaining his looks? Who knows?