Poetry Review: “Ancient Music” by Ezra Pound

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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:

 

Ancient Music

 

Winter is icummen 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, 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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