Song of Cedric the Silent / Sherwood Anderson

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Ralph La Charity said...

Did you spark disconcertedly, Aralee, to your own carrot-eating, fence-ignoring Cedric, there
at Timberdance... ?

ah what an elegant tho ultimately failed rake the poem's ol' Cedric must have been...

"How could you know, how could you know in me there was oblivion?"

oh my, if ever there was a line to capture the mule's dilemma.... it is so grandly dark, this poem, eh?