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

Digging by Seamus Heaney, Catrin by Gillian Clarke, teentsy Boy Lost, Little Boy Found by William Blake and On My First Son by Ben Jonson.POEMSThe four poems that I have 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 poemsexpress an issue of love and are all indirectly linked by some route oranother on the issue of love. Digging is a poem about 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 morecommon in instantlys world, and that is emotional love. Catrin doesntshow love for her child but it is still a bond between them and cannever be confused. on that point are two lines in catrin which dispute thisidea.From the hearts pool that old rope, tightening about my life (lines25-26 catrin)The emotional love shal l never be broken despite there organism noapparent love. The other quote being linesOur first confrontation, the tight red rope of love which we bothfought over.(Lines 7-9 catrin)The umbilical cord cord holding the two together.Little Boy Lost Little Boy Found, this poem has love within the familyand the desperation of a father to commence his son again, eventually hedoes and he is metaphorically spoken of as god.But 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 little boy has grown up and he can nolong be with him all the time. This is made clear by line eight.And if no other misery, so far 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 whole poem is triggered by afew senses, thes e 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 suck up 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