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368 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1898
I am a proud descendant of Scots heritage. When I first tried to grow a beard at the age of eighteen, I was surprised to find that it grew in rusty-red and bushy. My friends hooted and said that I looked like a six-foot-five-inch leprechaun.
I was later to find that I felt as much at home in Edinburg, Scotland as I did back home in the mountains of Tennessee - which is full of my fellow Scots-Irish folk. (A confession: I can eat, but I do not relish, haggis, though I have a six-foot-six-inch-tall red-bearded son who will gobble his portion and clean everyone else’s plates as well. (Burp!)).
As a son of Scotland, I settled in with Robert Burns: Selected Poems to see why his work is so highly revered. Now I know.
Burns evokes the warmth of the hearth and the smell of a peat fire. One can almost breathe in the smoky wet wool worn in the Highlands. Burns� words call to mind the taste of ice-cold stream water and the fiery afterburn of single-malt whiskey.
Small wonder that Burns is so beloved. I was ready to swing a mug of ale and join in singing these rhymes around the glow of the fireplace.
This volume is a fine introduction to Burns� work. The editor has included roughly a hundred of the more than six hundred poems and songs that Burns set to paper. Burns often wrote in dialect, but his choice of language is much more accessible and easier to parse than the vocabulary one finds in Shakespeare’s plays.
I have finished the book, so this seems like a good time for a toast.
I’ll meet you at the pub.
My rating: 7/10, finished 6/8/22 (3647).