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…”
You can read and listen to the complete poem here. Seamus Heaney who passed away in 2013 won a Nobel Prize for his work in 1995. His works are available from Surrey Libraries.
This poem was submitted by Siobhan De Doncker.
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