Digging
by Seamus Heaney
Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.
The opening two lines to Seamus Heaney's best known poem "Digging" delivers its punch. Mr. Heaney passed away on August 30th in Dublin, Ireland. It saddens me when a major poet leaves us, but I'm heartened by the body of work he or she left behind for us to read and enjoy. I hope he is in a better place, as they say.
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