Digging

 

Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen tests; 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.

 

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.

 

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.

 

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 tests.

I’ll dig with it.

 

Poem: Digging.

Extracted from: http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=6714&poem=33129

Author: Seamus Heaney

 

Digging: Analysis and Comentary.

 

The poem that we are going to analyse today is Digging, written by the irish poet Seamus Heany, and published in the anthology Death of a Naturalist in 1966. the poem is structured in eight stanzas: the first stanza has two verses; the second, three; the third, four; the fourth, five; the fifth, two; the sixth, eight; the seventh, fourth and the last stanza have three verses.

 

In the poem, Heaney deals about one topic which is an obsession to him: the process of writing, as we can see in some of his works, such as From the Frontier of Writing (Vicente Forés). But in this poem, this topic is secondary. Here the main topic is his family, his roots.

 

Heaney starts with two verses: Between my finger and my thumb/The squat pen tests; snug as a gun. His pen is a gun, a weapon, something to attack, and the pen is also something with whom Heany feels comfortable. In the second stanza, the author is, we may think, writing in his dormitory when he hears something outside: it is his father, working the land. In the third stanza the reader realizes that the author is remembering something that has passed (Bends low, comes up twenty years away, verse 7). In the fourth stanza, Heaney describes how his father worked the land, how he collected potatoes. In the fifth and sixth stanza, also remembers his grandfather, who was a hard-working person. In the seventh stanza describes the land that his ancestors, the land that he cannot work because he has no spade. But he has a pen, so he will dig with it.

 

With this poem Heaney wants to show that although times are changing, it is impotant to hold something from the past, the values. He is proud of his father and his grandfather, who had to work the land to eat. They were modest, plain people, and he wants to go back to his roots in order to recover his identity.

 

In the time that Heaney wrote the poem, 1966, was a turbulent period in Ireland: the IRA (Irish Republican Army) was attacking the British to obtain the independece of Ireland with violent acts. Everybody took side, and Heaney did it. He was absolutely against the violence (Vicente Forés), and this poem is a claim against violence and terrorism, and a refusal to terrorist attacks and IRA behaviour. He thinks that violence is not the answer, and that we have, as we have said before, go back to the family values, respect, tolerance, he thinks that if we want something, we have to make an effort, it is not easy to obtain what you want, as his grandfather did (Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods/ Over his shoulder,going down and down/ For the good turf. Verses 22, 23 and 24). At the beginning of the poem we can see a difference between his ancestors and him; he is upstairs while his father is outside and he has to look down. But at the end of the poem we can see that that divison does not exist any more; he has no spade, but he has a pen to dig; he will do the same, but not in the same way that his ancestors did.

 

Heaney also wants to say something else to the people who like to use the violence: The Irish will go ahead, in spite of the terror used against them. Irish people are strong; they survived the Great Famine, and they will resist and survive, because they do not surrender so easily.

 

To sum up, Digging is a pacifist poem, a poem against terrorist, but a poem that says that they, Irish, will not surrender and will resist, and Heaney also wants to say that we have to return, in our own way, to our roots, our origins, we have to dig down and down for the good turf. And, mostly, that violence never is the answer.

 

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Bibliography.

 

ü      Vicente Forés. English Poetry of 19th and 20th Century. 27.04.2006.

ü      Poemhunter.com:

http://www.poemhunter.com/p/m/poem.asp?poet=67124&poem=33129 27.04.2006