Digging

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…   [read the rest of the poem]

(You can also hear the Irish poet reciting his poem via the link above.)

 


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