Poem of the day

Ancient Music
by Ezra Pound (1885-1972)

This seems especially appropriate after yesterday’s Nor’easter. Besides, I always run it every year at about this time.

Winter is icumen 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,
      Damm 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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