In the wispy fog of winter

This morning I heard on the radio that it was Robbie Burns day (When you live in New Scotland, these things take on amazing importance). Always looking for good blog fodder, I thought I would share that bit of news with you. Next year will be the 250th anniversary of his birth, and I think some high quality scotch will be in order to toast this event. Tonight, however, whatever tasty-looking dram is in the cabinet will do just fine.

Through the morning haze (in my head, not on the harbour) I also realised that I'd blogged about this previously, and so made a mental (and email-to-self) note to check up on that fact to see what I'd written about it in the past. You can see from this post that I didn't write much, though like a good blogger and once-academic I did link to several resources, which I bet none of you clicked on.

What I also learned from that search is that today is also my 3rd Blogiversary! How I didn't remember that, I have no idea. Also, could it be coincidence that my Blogiversary falls on Robbie Burns day? (Yes. It could.) Amazing. (Not really.) Happy Blogiversary to me.

So I present two odes, one from the Ploughman's Poet, and one from the Poor Man's Poet (hi!).

Winter: A Dirge
     The wintry west extends his blast,
     And hail and rain does blaw;
     Or the stormy north sends driving forth
     The blinding sleet and snaw:
     While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
     And roars frae bank to brae;
     And bird and beast in covert rest,
     And pass the heartless day.

     "The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,"
     The joyless winter day
     Let others fear, to me more dear
     Than all the pride of May:
     The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
     My griefs it seems to join;
     The leafless trees my fancy please,
     Their fate resembles mine!

     Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme
     These woes of mine fulfil,
     Here firm I rest; they must be best,
     Because they are Thy will!
     Then all I want—O do Thou grant
     This one request of mine!—
     Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
     Assist me to resign.

Hey, I didn't say it would be uplifting.  Robbie wrote that in 1781 and I think it's more than fitting for this wintry day.  Here's something slightly more uplifting from my very keyboard. (I imagine Robbie would have been far more prolific had he traded quill for qwerty.)


Blogging: Sisyphus with a Keyboard

Let all those who dare express on air
Fire up their fingers nimble
For they will find in their due time
Thy thoughts won't fill a thimble

The ebb and flow, the to and fro
Of marv'lous yarns and tales
Will nae be steady, so get thee ready
For triumphs and of fails

But don't lose heart, and play thy part
For loyal friends will read
And all will learn, from every turn
What beauty grows from seed.

 

 

Happy Robbie Burns day, everyone. Haggis for everyone!




Posted bythemikestand at 10:34 AM  

4 stepped up to the mike:

Brianna said... 3:47 PM, January 25, 2008  

happy blog birthday!

Megan said... 4:58 PM, January 25, 2008  

I was studying abroad in England in spring 2000, when I got dragged along to a Burns Night. Had some haggis (helps if you have some whisky first) and listened to Burns poetry in unintelligible Scots/English accent. Good times!

Jessica said... 9:54 PM, January 29, 2008  

Happy Blogiversary [and many more...]!

SRH said... 1:22 AM, January 30, 2008  

Happy Blogaversary!

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