Winter thus far has been mild here, with little snow and ice. Nevertheless, I’m in the mood for an old favorite by the lunatic from Idaho.
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.
I particularly like how Pound exploits the rhymes to make the pleasant word “balm” sound like an obscenity.
Another nice word that sounds like an obscenity to me nowadays, for other reasons: “safe.”