Robert Burns, or the Ploughman Poet, is the national poet of Scotland. Employing a blend of English and Scots, the supreme lyricist of Scottish literature composed this week’s poem in 1785. A desultory read to anyone unaccustomed to Burns’s wider work might require a few word searches on google, but it remains an iconic poem of the Halloween genre and is often sung on Halloween by those who have committed the verse to memory.
Grounded at the Met: Tesori’s score is wonderful
The sound world in Grounded is lyrical, the moments of drama are explosive and the stagecraft is sharp.