“Ancient Music” is a poem by Ezra Pound:

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, DAMN.

Woodstock winters, as winters everywhere, are mostly experienced through the eyes of their beholders. In his poem published in 1912, Ezra Pound felt winter’s coming in our climate in implacably negative terms, a foe to be opposed to one’s last breath.

That’s not how Birge Harrison, a central figure in the Woodstock School of Landscape Painting in operation from 1906 to 1922 und

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