Charles G.D. Roberts
BRAE, FEBRUARY 20, 1908
Sludge (for so I must call you if you persist in your
you if there is any truth to the tail [sic] that a
King of France ordered pigs to dance in his bedroom,
bedizened in ribbons and pantaloons, and accompanied
Would that I could browse the Toronto library to discover
But you know that is
impossible after Walter found my letters. I am now
nearly a prisoner at Breezy Brae—shut off from
all but the snow and sun and my beloved pigs and ducks.
I shall make the light shine kindly on them. But I
shall demand at least a room of my own—a cubicle
in the men’s room that is the world to read
and to write and to stitch together my book of poems,
which I have decided to call Country Breezes.
This morning during
my constitutional a part of verse came from me whole:
stuffs the world in at your lips.
The haptic mouth must venture: a sty-break,
A Toronto vacation. Cutlets and baked potatoes
Grace Limoges china. The awakened tastebuds
With juices. All ways through the aromatic
Trundle flower-bright candies....
If you find what I ask in
the library, please send it in my name c/o David and
Pecker Cattle and Chicken Feed in Clarksburg, and
I will get it some time.
Do not try to tempt
me to Toronto again. It is no use, and I even think
that I may be content in my own world.