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.
A parody of the Anglo-Saxon poem, Cuckoo Song
The poet speeks of macrocosmic in Ancient Music yet he can not see the ancient music in the winters balm.
Hey Noreen..Ezra pound died in 1972 and unforunately he couldn’t “write on”.
well, ezra,sinc i was just reading that you grew up in wyncote and attended the University of Pennsylvania this poem makes a whole lot more sense !! now it is evident to me you have waited for a bus on the streets of philly after a snowstorm when the snow has melted and turned into that particularly nasty form of brownish slush i have only seen there. write on ,mr. pound !!!
hmm… I’m a bit confused. What is the correct title of this poem? It is also be listed with the title “Song” (click “alphabetically”)???
I was wondering, is this poem copyrighted? I am a composer and i have written a setting of this poem. I was looking to obtain permision to use this poem, but i haven’t been able to find any copyright info.