Re: Villonaud for This Yule by Ezra Pound

> Hieronymous707 wrote:
> Towards the Noel that morte saison
> (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!)
> Then when the grey wolves everychone
> Drink of the winds their chill small-beer
> And lap o' the snows food's gueredon
> Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer
> (Skoal! with the dregs if the clear be gone!)
> Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.
> 
> Ask ye what ghost I dream upon?
> (What of the magians' scented gear?)
> The ghosts of dead loves everyone
> That make the stark winds reek with fear
> Lest love return with the foison sun
> And slay the memories that me cheer
> (Such as I drink to mine fashion)
> Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.
> 
> Where are the joys my heart had won?
> (Saturn and Mars to Zeus drawn near!)
> Where are athe lips mine lay upon,
> Aye! where are the glances feat and clear
> That bade my heart his valor don?
> 
> I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown meer
> (Who knows whose was that paragon?)
> Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.
> 
> Prince: ask me not what I have done
> Nor what God hath that can me cheer
> But ye ask first where the winds are gone
> Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.



Excellent selection from Ezra Pound. 


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