Amid negatives,
committed to being cheerful
and never melancholy,
Burns' farmer,
in 'My Father Was A Farmer',
ends all his lines with 'O'.
With 36 O-s,
I suppose,
even bet,
Burns' muse
was debt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A penetrating, novel poem, which sheds new light on Robert Burns. I must read his poems.