Song In The Manner Of Housman Poem by Ezra Pound

Song In The Manner Of Housman

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O woe, woe,
People are born and die,
We also shall be dead pretty soon
Therefore let us act as if we were
dead already.

The bird sits on the hawthorn tree
But he dies also, presently.
Some lads get hung, and some get shot.
Woeful is this human lot.
Woe! woe, etcetera . . . .

London is a woeful place,
Shropshire is much pleasanter.
Then let us smile a little space
Upon fond nature's morbid grace.
Oh, Woe, woe, woe, etcetera . . .

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lolo Uni 05 May 2009

ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, ahhh, *sigh* :) I'm guessing he didn't really like A.E. Housman.

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