Rabbie Burns - Scottish Poet and Collector of Songs

Robert Burns, the Scottish poet, was born on January 25th. Traditionally around this time, Scots celebrate their most famous poet with a Burns supper.

Burns wrote the song "Oh My Love is Like a Red, Red Rose." He also wrote "Auld Lang Syne." Burns spent a lot of time collecting traditional Scottish tunes and songs. He wrote poetry that showed compassion for living beings and joy tinged with sadness. Burns was a farmer and he once wrote a poem to a mouse that he met in his field when he was ploughing. The poem is called: To A Mouse, On Turning Her Up In Her Nest With The Plough. He says to the mouse: "Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie!" I like the vivid detail of the full title of the poem. This is why Scottish people make good Technical Writers!



The excerpt below is from the blog This Moment:

"I saw him one day at the late venerable Professor Ferguson's, where there were several gentlemen of literary reputation ... Of course, we youngsters sat silent, looked and listened ... His person was strong and robust; his manners rustic, not clownish; a sort of dignified plainness and simplicity, which received part of its effect perhaps from one's knowledge of his extraordinary talents. His features are represented in Mr. Nasmyth's picture: but to me it conveys the idea that they are diminished, as if seen in perspective. I think his countenance was more massive than it looks in any of the portraits. I should have taken the poet, had I not known what he was, for a very sagacious country farmer of the old Scotch school, i.e. none of your modern agriculturists who keep labourers for their drudgery, but the douce gudeman, who held his own plough. There was a strong expression of sense and shrewdness in all his lineaments; the eye alone, I think, indicated the poetical character and temperament. It was large, and of a dark cast, which glowed (I say literally glowed) when he spoke with feeling or interest. I never saw such another eye in a human head, though I have seen the most distinguished men of my time. His conversation expressed perfect self-confidence, without the slightest presumption. Among the men who were the most learned of their time and country, he expressed himself with perfect firmness, but without the least intrusive forwardness; and when he differed in opinion, he did not hesitate to express it firmly, yet at the same time with modesty ... I was told, but did not observe it, that his address to females was extremely deferential, and always with a turn either to the pathetic or humorous, which engaged their attention particularly."

Sir Walter Scott recalling the occasion when, as a boy of 15, he met Robert Burns in Edinburgh. I've [blogger Alan Edwards] never been convinced by the romanticised portraits of Burns like the one by Nasmyth, and I think Scott's verbal description probably gives a better picture of what the great poet was really like.