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Digging
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!y father, digging. " look down
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away#tooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
$gainst the inside knee was levered firmly.
%e rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge
deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,&oving their cool hardness in our hands.
By 'od, the old man could handle a spade.
(ust like his old man.
!y grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner)s bog.
*nce " carried him milk in a bottle
+orked sloppily with paper. %e straightened
upTo drink it, then fell to right away
icking and slicing neatly, heaving sods*ver his shoulder, going down and down
-or the good turf. igging.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch
and slap
*f soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But ")ve no spade to follow men like them.
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
")ll dig with it.
S. Heaney
Requiem for the Croppies
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley...
o kitchens on the run, no striking camp...
We moved quick and sudden in our own
country.
The priest lay behind ditches with the tramp.$ people hardly marching... on the hike...
We found new tactics happening each day
We)d cut through reins and rider with the pike
$nd stampede cattle into infantry,Then retreat through hedges where cavalry
must be thrown.
Until... on /inegar %ill... the final conclave.
Terraced thousands died, shaking scythes at
cannon.
The hillside blushed, soaked in our broken
wave.
They buried us without shroud or coffin$nd in $ugust... the barley grew up out of our
grave.
S. Heaney
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Bogland
We have no prairies
To slice a big sun at evening00
1verywhere the eye concedes to
1ncrouching hori2on,
"s wooed into the cyclops) eye
*f a tarn. *ur unfenced country
"s bog that keeps crusting
Between the sights of the sun.
They)ve taken the skeleton
*f the 'reat "rish 1lk
*ut of the peat, set it up
$n astounding crate full of air.
Butter sunk under
!ore than a hundred yearsWas recovered salty and white.
The ground itself is kind, black butter
!elting and opening underfoot,
!issing its last definition
By millions of years.
They)ll never dig coal here,
*nly the waterlogged trunks
*f great firs, soft as pulp.*ur pioneers keep striking
"nwards and downwards,
1very layer they strip
#eems camped on before.
The bogholes might be $tlantic seepage.
The wet centre is bottomless.
S.Heaney