HEANEY (Seamus).
Death of a Naturalist
In ‘Digging’, the opening poem from Seamus Heaney’s first regularly published collection, the poet explores the complex relationship between father and son. Through an evocative series of sense impressions, we feel the intimacies of a son’s admiration for his father, combined with the anxiety of feeling unqualified to follow in his footsteps.
The narrator’s 'squat pen’ seems both ugly and impractical alongside the ‘bright edge’ of his father’s spade, ‘Nicking and slicing neatly’ through the turf. Yet it is these memories of his father digging which inspire him to write, 'the curt cuts of an edge / Through living roots awaken in my head’; with a final acceptance the narrator decides to take up his pen, ‘I’ll dig with it’.
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
Where he was digging.
(poem continues)
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