<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391349" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Villonaud for This Yule</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Towards the Noel that morte saison <br>(Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!)<br>Then when the grey wolves everychone <br>Drink of the winds their chill small-beer <br>And lap o' the snows food's gueredon <br>Then makyth my heart his yule-tide cheer <br>(Skoal! with the dregs if the clear be gone!)<br>Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ask ye what ghost I dream upon? <br>(What of the magians' scented gear?)<br>The ghosts of dead loves everyone <br>That make the stark winds reek with fear <br>Lest love return with the foison sun <br>And slay the memories that me cheer <br>(Such as I drink to mine fashion)<br>Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where are the joys my heart had won? <br>(Saturn and Mars to Zeus drawn near!)<br>Where are athe lips mine lay upon, <br>Aye! where are the glances feat and clear <br>That bade my heart his valor don?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown meer <br>(Who knows whose was that paragon?)<br>Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prince: ask me not what I have done <br>Nor what God hath that can me cheer <br>But ye ask first where the winds are gone <br>Wineing the ghosts of yester-year.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=391349" data-title="Villonaud for This Yule de Ezra Pound" data-description="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! ..."></div> </div> </div>

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