Events of the past few weeks leave me with this song on my mind. I heard it first as a child, when it seemed spooky and largely incomprehensible. Later, it sounded to me like a man making doomed overtures to a woman.
As it turns out, Paul Stookey,who wrote it, can explain precisely what it means, but before you click on the link, I should warn you that there's a reason that so many poets and songwriters suggest that readers and listeners seek out their own interpretations.
Wedding Missed Marks, Vol #348
-
I'll be honest, I'm not a huge fan of "naked" cakes - ie, the ones with no
frosting on the outside.
I mean, first, NO FROSTING, and second, this is *lite...
9 hours ago
No comments:
Post a Comment