Poem of the day

Ancient Music
by Ezra Pound (1885-1972)

         Winter is icummen in,
         Lhude sing Goddamm.
         Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
         Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
         Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, ’tis why I am, Goddamm,
         So ’gainst the winter’s balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm.
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM.

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