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.
3 comments:
LOLLL.
Very good! I hadn't read this before but what a perfect counterfoil to "Sumer is icumen in"!
Absolutely love it Becks....and its getting colder here, or is my blood thinning?...lol
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).
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