Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Poetry Wednesday: Ancient Music

It's bitter cold out and I'm bundling up to go look at granite slabs in hopes of finding a countertop. So it seems appropriate, at least to me, to share a wintry poem. Ezra Pound offers us a parody on an ancient canon.

Ancient Music
Ezra Pound

Winter is iccummen 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, Godamm, 'tis why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddammm, DAMM.


Nicholas V. said...

Very good! I hadn't read this before but what a perfect counterfoil to "Sumer is icumen in"!

Michael said...

Absolutely love it Becks....and its getting colder here, or is my blood thinning?

Catfish Tales said...

Both, Michael, I'm sure. LOL

Becky Stauffer said...

It's certainly how we feel at first when winter hits. And again at the end when we're so weary of it. But somewhere in the middle we get used to it (or accepting of it).