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Alliteration: "spade sinks," "burried the bright," "squelch and slap," "Nicking and slicing neatly," "curt cuts," and "gravelling grounds."
Repetition: "ing" verbs
Metaphor: "Snug as a gun"
Admiration: "By God"
Retrospective: switching from present to past tense
1. Do you think Heaney felt his father was ashamed in the beginning of the poem?
2. Why do you think the poem's structure was somewhat organized but did not have a specific pattern?
The Title: digging
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177017
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/seamus-heaney
http://www.bbc.co.uk/schools/gcsebitesize/english_literature/poetheaney/diggingrev2.shtml
1. Family and Tradition
2. Identity
3. Transitions
I have a pen in my hand, it fits perfectly. I hear my father working outside. I look outside and see him digging out flowerbeds. I watch his technique and his skill in his work. He can work with the same work ethic as his father. Reflecting back, I carried him milk while he worked. He was hard at work, digging. He lives through his father's work and his father's work. He can now dig like them, but he can write with the same skill and pride.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.
By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.
Heaney watches his father outside digging flowerbeds. He reflects back to when he was a boy and watched his grandfather doing the same. Heaney knows he will not continue his family's tradition, but he was show pride in his occupation as a writer as his father and grandfather worked.
My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.