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"cold smell of potato mould"

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Digging-3 times
-ing actions:
rasping
digging
straining
loving
nicking
slicing
heaving
going down and down

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Through living roots awaken in my head.But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

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Through living roots awaken in my head.But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

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His words and the thoughts are the roots
and his pen would be his spade rather then the tradition spade his father would use to get potatoes.

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"stooping in rhythm"
"Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods / Over his shoulder, going down and down / For the good turf. Digging.

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Squat pen= spade

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"spade sinks into a gravelly ground"

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Visual representation of the author breaking from the the mold of his forefathers

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Visual representation of the author breaking from the the mold of his forefathers

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"The squat pen rests.
I'll dig with it."

This line shows that the author will not go along with the physical hardships of his forefathers, and instead focus on what he would wish to do. Thus, using the squat pen to dig on its own

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rasping sound, gravelly ground

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Stooping in rhythm

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"Between my finger and in my thumb" = a writing pen or possibly a pencil

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a couplet and a tercet at the beginning then nothing

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"But i've no spade to follow men like them

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"But i've no spade to follow men like them

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He has no spade to even compare to what his father and grandfather does

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lines do not end thoughts--instead carry into next line and sometimes the next stanza awkwardly
I look down / Till his . . .

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Straightened up to drink, then fell right over.

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Straightened up to drink, then fell right over.

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"through living roots awaken in my head"

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He comes from a family of diggers but he does not follow in the footsteps exactly. Instead he writes about it.

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"clean rasping sound"

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By the end the author accepts hes not the man his father and grandfather, though he still is no worse because he has his own way of "digging"

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"cool hardness in our hands"

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"My"

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"buried the bright edge deep"

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"Digging"

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under my window

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snug as a gun

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the writer fells inferior to his father and grandfather. He turns to use his pen in the ways that his relatives have used a spade