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Song, by Ezra Pound

Dec. 4th, 2017 at 5:28 PM

Song

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.

~by Ezra Pound

Originally posted by elenbarathi at Song, by Ezra Pound

Tags: poem of the day, winter

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elenbarathi.livejournal.com

Dec. 4th, 2017 11:14 pm (UTC)

LMAO, that poem so perfectly expresses what my daughter's attitude has always been to our rainy Northwest winters. But now, after a year and a half in Santa Monica, she's so ready to come back to the blustery North. One day last week, on the phone I told her "It's doing that thing you hate: almost-sleet coming down sideways", and she sighed and said "Even that sounds good."

I'm sure she'll be singing goddamn, DAMN about our weather again within a month of her return, but that's okay: it's such a familiar tune, and I've kinda missed it. ^^