I recently introduced Parks and Rec to the missus.
She has fallen in love with the show.
Last week we saw the London episode which has this scene.
Ron Swanson reading a Robert Burns poem while on a grassy verge in the Hebridies is my favourite television moment of the past 100 years. @jahnaax.
image from : http://moryan.tumblr.com
The poem in question :
O WERE my Love yon lilac fair,
Wi’ purple blossoms to the spring,
And I a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing;
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By autumn wild and winter rude!
But I wad sing on wanton wing
When youthfu’ May its bloom renew’d.
O gin my Love were yon red rose
That grows upon the castle wa’,
And I mysel a drap o’ dew,
Into her bonnie breast to fa’;
O there, beyond expression blest,
I’d feast on beauty a’ the night;
Seal’d on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley’d awa’ by Phoebus’ light.
from the kind folks at /r/poetry
1. My clumsy interpretation of the poem is as follows: ‘I wish you were a lilac tree, and I a bird. Then I would nestle on your branch, mourn your loss of leaves and blooms in autumn and winter, and sing happily when you grow leaves and flowers again in spring. I wish you were that climbing rose on the wall, and I a drop of dew, as then I could fall down into your beautiful petals.’
2. “My love is the lilac that blooms so sweetly in the spring. I’m a little bird who rests in the lilac bush. Fall and autumn in the bush were rough, but when spring came, my love was beautiful again. My love is that red rose and I’m a drop of dew that fell on her breast. It’s the best here. I’ll stay here all night until in the morning the sun comes and dries me up.”