Digging | The Poetry Foundation
By God, the old man could handle a spade. Just like his old man. Than any other man on Toner’s bog. Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up. For the good turf. Digging. Through living roots awaken in my head. But I’ve no spade to follow …
Digging by Seamus Heaney - Poem Analysis
Taken from Heaney's debut collection, 'Death of a Naturalist', 'Digging' is among his finest ever poems. The poem explores different forms of labour and examines how traditions remain resolutely the same even as the world changes around us.
Seamus Heaney – Digging - Genius
A poem from Seamus Heaney’s 1966 collection Death Of A Naturalist, inspired by his Irish homeland’s potato farmers and his own family history. The title is blunt and simple, both a verb and...
Digging Poem Summary and Analysis - LitCharts
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Seamus Heaney - Digging
2005年11月24日 · When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down. Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds. Bends low, comes up twenty years away. Stooping in rhythm through potato drills. Where he was digging. The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft. Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
Digging - Poetry Out Loud
By Seamus Heaney. Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down. Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Digging - Seamus Heaney
By God, the old man could handle a spade. Just like his old man. Than any other man on Toner’s bog. Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up. For the good turf. Digging. Through living roots awaken in my head. But I’ve no spade to follow men like them. The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it. Seamus Heaney, "Digging" from Death of a Naturalist.
Digging, by Seamus Heaney | poems, essays, and short
By God, the old man could handle a spade. Just like his old man. Than any other man on Toner’s bog. Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up. For the good turf. Digging. Through living roots awaken in my head. But I’ve no spade to follow …
Digging by Seamus Heaney - Poetry Cat
Digging: Between my finger and my thumb The squat pin rest; snug as a gun. Under my window, a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
Poem Analysis: "Digging" by Seamus Heaney - Owlcation
2023年10月30日 · "Digging" is one of Seamus Heaney's best-known poems and appeared first in the New Statesman magazine in 1964. Two years later, it was the first poem in Heaney's first published book, Death of a Naturalist.