By any measure, Ezra Pound was a controversial figure, but it was one of his poems that joined forces with the current inclement weather as I hunkered down in my den to suggest you spend this cold period visiting a wine country area.
That poem, sanitized here (this is a family publication, after all), is dedicated to the inconvenience of cold, wet areas.
"Winter is icummen in/ Lhude sing —-damn / Raineth drop and staineth slop and how the wind doth ramm! / Sing: —-damn. Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us, an ague hath my ham. / Freezeth river, turneth liver ..." it goes on.
Updated: Tue Dec 28, 2021