Once again, on Robert Burns’ birthday.
We’ll gently walk, and sweetly talk,
While the silent moon shines clearly;
I’ll clasp thy waist, and fondly prest,
Swear how I lo’e thee dearly;
Not vernal show’rs to budding flow’rs,
Not Autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be, as thou to me,
My fair, my lovely Charmer!
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What a spectacular poem! ❤️
Glad you liked it, Jennifer.
Very much! ❤️
“…For there I picked up on the heather
And there I put inside my breast
A moulted feather, an eagle-feather—
Well, I forget the rest.”
Very nice. Thanks for sharing.
Robert Browning, the Eagle is Burns in this verse. I’m glad you liked it
I like it very much. Thanks again. What is the title of the Browning poem?
It was titled “memorabilia” if I remember right.
Thanks.
Lovely . . . one of my favorite poets.
Mine, too. It’s hard not to love him.
Agreed. I’m also a big fan of Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, and Edgar Allan Poe.
All good poets/writers to admire. We have so much to learn from those who came before us.
Wonderful x
Glad you liked it.
Ah… This poet has 3 poems in my top 20! (I discovered his poetry when I read :My love Is Like a Red Red Rose)
Sigh, my Scottish step-father, who passed 3 months past, always brought a HAGGIS home on Robbie’s BD. Man, I hated that haggis!!!! Year after year, haggis after haggis is one of the resounding reasons I became a vegetarian.
Well, HB Robert Burns & RIP Dad (I always loved you!)
Ah, to love the man/poet doesn’t mean you have to love his haggis. But you obviously understand that all too well. I raise a glass to both your Scottish loves.
I’ve just had a sip to you & the both.
Let me go for another!
Cheers!
Wonderful!
Glad you liked it.