Thursday, December 08, 2005

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.
Ezra Pound, “Ancient Music”