Dedicated to all those who have been displaced, both human and animal, by land development, natural disasters, violence, or other trauma, a reblog of “To a Mouse” by Robert Burns.
In honor of my trip to Scotland, the harvest season, nature poetry, and Scottish National Poet Robert Burns, this post shares a few excerpts and a discussion of his famous poem “To a Mouse.”
See the end of the post for links to more information and the poem’s full text, as well as a list of earlier posts from this blog series onnature poetry by well-known poets.
To a Mouse
On Turning Her Up in Her Nest with the Plough, November, 1785
Wee, sleekit, cow'rin, tim'rous beastie, O, what a panic's in thy breastie! Thou need na start awa sae hasty, Wi' bickering brattle! I wad be laith to rin an' chase thee, Wi' murd'ring pattle! I'm truly sorry man's dominion Has broken Nature's social union, An' justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At me, thy poor earth-born companion, An' fellow-mortal!
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