Poetry Review: “Ancient Music” by Ezra Pound


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.