Friday, April 8, 2011

Poem #5

A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns (page # 770)

I'm not "in love" with this poem, but it caught my attention. It's completely out of my element and I’m not into lovey dovey poetry. This poem is beyond a classic love poem. What intrigued me about this poem was the dialect used. It is obviously a older poem, so a older way of talking would have been used of course. I detected a little bit of Scottish or Irish in this poem which made it easier for me to visualize a setting and mood for the poem. My favorite line of this poem is:
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune.
 I find that line of the poem very sweet and if I was a romantic I would hope someone might think that about me. This poem would be good for closet romantics who love old Celtic-like poetry.

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