Between my finger ...
... as a gun.
Under my window, ...
... I look down
Till his straining ...
... he was digging.
The coarse boot ...
... in our hands.
By God, the ...
... on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried ...
... good turf. Digging.
The cold smell ...
... men like them.
Between my finger ...
... dig with it.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Heaney Looking Back — Heaney reflects on his life and career shortly after winning the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Heaney's Life and Poetry — A valuable resource from the Poetry Foundation.
Heaney in the Archive — Heaney reads and discusses some of his poems, including "Digging."
Ireland and the Potato — An interesting article about the relationship between Ireland and its key crop.
Heaney and Muldoon — Heaney interviewed by fellow Irish poet, Paul Muldoon.