07 May, 2005

poem of the day

Ezra Pound (1885-1972)
Ancient Music

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.
   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.


Author's Note -- This is not folk music, but Dr. Ker writes that the tune is found under the latin words of a very ancient canon.

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