Let's Fire Up Those Neurons!

ANSWER TO #WINTER NIGHT, ROSE, MOUSE, NEW YEAR'S EVE# PICTURE PUZZLE


Poet:ROBERT BURNS


Poems:


A Winter Night: When biting Boreas, fell and doure
A Red, Red Rose: O my Luve's like a red, red rose
To A Mouse: Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie, O, what ...
Auld Lang Syne: Should auld acquaintance be forgot, (Sung on New Year's Eve)




Clue: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGyEd0aKWZE
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Burn_(Ellie_Goulding_song)


Ellie Goulding "Burn" song lyrics

We, we don't have to worry 'bout nothing
'Cause we got the fire, and we're burning one hell of a something
They, they gonna see us from outer space, outer space
Light it up, like we're the stars of the human race, human race


When the light started out they don’t know what they heard
Strike the match, play it loud, giving love to the world
We'll be raising our hands, shining up to the sky
'Cause we got the fire, fire, fire
Yeah we got the fire, fire, fire


And we gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn
We gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn
Gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn
We gonna let it burn, burn, burn, burn

 

:drowning:bonk:bangcomp: totally wrong guess.

oriana where are you? oriana, oriana, oriana.................

no this could not be the lady i am passionate about . she is so lively, chuckling, pulling others legs, funny, cute lady on the tree top.

not even a single comment on the wrong answer and just the correct answer?

how? why? what? all the question marks.

even if i don't understand you I like to see you in that way . come back oriana.

 

I was chasing Robert Frost as I complicated the mouse to Gusteau, mistook EG's love me like you do.... And so on. One Google search poet who wrote about mouse brings Burns.... Had a chance to read on Stopping by Woods on a snowy evening .... So learnt something ...

 

I'll return tree atop in few days. Busy for the next few days hence the terse response this morning.


Can I frame and gild your post and hang on my FB wall or even better distribute PR pamphlets to everyone with your testimony. No one has missed me in 12 hours so much in my entire life.


See ya soon ...

 

I was chasing T.S.Elliots Preludes
:bonk
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways.
Six o’clock.
The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.

And then the lighting of the lamps.

II
The morning comes to consciousness
Of faint stale smells of beer
From the sawdust-trampled street
With all its muddy feet that press
To early coffee-stands.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a thousand furnished rooms.

III
You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They flickered against the ceiling.
And when all the world came back
And the light crept up between the shutters
And you heard the sparrows in the gutters,
You had such a vision of the street
As the street hardly understands;
Sitting along the bed’s edge, where
You curled the papers from your hair,
Or clasped the yellow soles of feet
In the palms of both soiled hands.

IV
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.

I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.

Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.

Dont you worry girlie...the rookie neurites will be ready for you when u get back!!

 

Did someone declare here that I am slightly "obsessive"?


If rookies & veterans are confounded with my puzzles it is not the measure of comprehension of solvers but the ambiguity of the maker. I'll come up with another interesting and cannot-go-wrong puzzle that everyone will solve in the most enjoyable manner.


(hold off on your brain fry puzzle till then Gauri)
Give me few hours.

 

Looks like "freaky friday" role reversal in real life.
I became more like you ALL (simple and direct) and you all become more like ME (twisted and indirect)

 

Humph! I just framed a puzzle, a masterfully crafted puzzle that no one can go astray and everyone will answer but you just had to damper my enthusiasm.

Will return later. I don't want to be anywhere around when your invocation is attended and the Lord rises.

See ya ...