Digging by Seamus Heaney, Catrin by Gillian Clarke, Little Boy Lost, :: English Literature

gibe by Seamus Heaney, Catrin by Gillian Clarke, bitty Boy Lost, Little Boy tack together by William Blake and On My First Son by Ben Jon news.POEMSThe four verses that I imbibe chosen to study are Digging by SeamusHeaney, Catrin by Gillian Clarke, Little Boy Lost, Little Boy Found byWilliam Blake and On My First Son by Ben Jonson. All of theses metersexpress an issue of be raged and are all indirectly linked by some counseling oranother on the issue of love. Digging is a poem ab push through admiration, howSeamus Heaney as a young boy looks up to his predecessors and how hehasNo spade to follow men like them (Line 28 digging)Catrin has a basic structure of love that is becoming more and more habitual in todays world, and that is worked up love. Catrin doesntshow love for her small fry but it is still a bond between them and bunsnever be broken. There are two lines in catrin which dissension thisidea.From the hearts pool that old rope, tightlippedening about my life (lines 25-26 catrin)The emotional love shall never be broken despite there organism noapparent love. The other quote being linesOur first confrontation, the tight red rope of love which we both(prenominal)fought over.(Lines 7-9 catrin)The umbilical cord place the two together.Little Boy Lost Little Boy Found, this poem has love within the familyand the desperation of a father to find his son again, eventually hedoes and he is metaphorically spoken of as god. hardly god ever nigh appeared like his father in white. (Lines 3-4Little boy found)On my first son is about a child growing up and leaving the nestfor the father is upset that his teeny boy has grown up and he can no desire be with him all the time. This is made clear by line eight.And if no other misery, yet age (Line 8 On my first son)This comments on the only misery being age and explains the wholepoem.I have chosen Digging and Catrin because I feel I understand both thepoems much better.Digging is a poem about childhood. The who le poem is triggered by afew senses, these being the sound and smell of a spade slicing throughthe earth. It is as if the poet Seamus Heaney is sat at his window andis stuck on what to write. There is a physical tie of respect in hisfamily. He loves and admires his grandfather and father and rememberslittle things such as carrying out tasks as simple as carrying him