After my last post, Emerson’s “The Snow-Storm,” my friend Mark Moffett, ever the contrarian, sent me this note and poem.
Enjoy! I did.
Well I’m not so much a poetry reader and with all respect to Emerson, here’s the poem that comes to my mind during heavier snow storms – ague hath my ham indeed:
Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm.
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
And how the wind doth ramm!
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.