Edited to add: On this day, 15th January 2010 I hereby edit this entry to add in a full version of the link to www.robertburns.org.uk the fantastic site I borrowed this information and poem from. I am doing this because despite the fact that I mentioned that this information has shamelessly been borrowed from this site (with a link to it at the bottom, with the translation to the poem), someone has decided to call copyright infringement. I would like to state, again, that this was not my work, I have not altered it in any way, because firstly it is too good to alter and secondly I think I'd have made a complete hash of trying to explain all this myself! I am not trying to pass off the work as my own, I just mostly use this journal as a place to keep interesting pieces of information, mostly for myself, and if others choose to read it too, so be it. Apologies to all involved. The rest of this entry remains the same.
Because it's Burns Night, I give ye the poem Tam o' Shanter, traditionally memorised and recited at Burns Night. But first, some information about it, swiped shamelessly from the link below.
Tam o' Shanter is a wonderful, epic poem in which Burns paints a vivid picture of the drinking classes in the old Scotch town of Ayr in the late 18th century. It is populated by several unforgettable characters including of course Tam himself, his bosom pal, Souter (Cobbler) Johnnie and his own long suffering wife Kate, "Gathering her brows like gathering storm, nursing her wrath to keep it warm". We are also introduced to Kirkton Jean, the ghostly, "winsome wench", Cutty Sark and let's not forget his gallant horse, Maggie.
The tale includes humour, pathos, horror, social comment and in my opinion some of the most beautiful lines that Burns ever penned. For example, "But pleasures are like poppies spread, You sieze the flower, its bloom is shed; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white--then melts for ever".( Collapse )