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Ke-ke wan

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Treasure -- Burns
« on: December 30, 2015, 05:09:47 PM »
I found a treasure in an used book store today.
Burns's Poetical works

The Poetical Works of Robert Burns

A beautiful book. Published in 1883

I love antique books and of course I love poetry so this find made my day.
I've taken some pics of the book itself and will most likely be
Posting snippets as I find them




I could spend days inside an old book store. Reading, feeling, smelling. Old books smell so great.

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Re: Treasure -- Burns
« Reply #1 on: December 30, 2015, 06:02:37 PM »
Aye, that they do, lassie!  :)
Not here, not there, but everywhere - always right before your eyes.
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Ke-ke wan

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Re: Treasure -- Burns
« Reply #2 on: December 31, 2015, 06:26:49 AM »
There's actually a gloassry of Scotticisms -- Scottish to English translation in the back of the book. 
For example:

Loup = jump or leap
Lowe = aflame
Niest = next


Some of the words are obvious by looking at context, and anticipating what would naturally fit in the place and others, if you sound them out, you see.

Some are just so unique, maybe to Scottland, I'm not sure, maybe just older than me.

Pickle = small quantity
A' + all
Aboon = above
Aiblins = perhaps
Braw = handsome
Tocher = marriage portion


A Brig is a bridge and a brither is a brother, there are  nearly 20 pages of these Scotticisms.  I love words and language and te many ways to use them so I am completely and utterly fascinated bu this book.  If I start speakin funny, y'all will know why.  i've been Scotticized! 



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Re: Treasure -- Burns
« Reply #3 on: December 31, 2015, 07:53:14 AM »
Dear Scottie, look forward to your Scotticisms.  :)

Many moons ago, I wrote something under the influence of Burns: http://restlesssoma.com.au/soma/index.php?topic=66.msg62770#msg62770
Not here, not there, but everywhere - always right before your eyes.
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Re: Treasure -- Burns
« Reply #4 on: December 31, 2015, 07:55:20 AM »
Beautiful!
Your poetry dances on the page!

Oneness

Enslaved to this wild, dusty dance,
I twirl and prance -- pretty, foothard --
For all these morbid, ghoulish guards
(So graceless in a graphic stance),
Where vinegrown walls wail to romance
And hopeless claw-beasts clamor, marred
By moonlight's fire, to muse me -- bard
Of doomed desire -- love's dark lance ...

We keen these stone-lust stumbled hours --
Lost to an empty winter's dream;
The waywards weep, and willows scream
For every mad waste crumbling towers
Unmoat around our siege: I plead
And writhe the grimmest woes this mire
Will soak or heed. The beasties bleed ...
Til morning blacks these melted pyres ---

The daily dire's cream ---
Astep we blur blazed beams...

V
1977


 

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