Simile
God's Grandeur
G.M.H.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil.
Repetition
God's Grandeur
G.M.H.
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
Alliteration
Digging
S. Heaney
Gravelly ground (l. 4)
Tall tops (l. 12)
Squelch and slap (l. 25)
Curt cuts (l. 26)
Imagery
Digging
S. Heaney
The imagery in this poem is very definite and refreshing. It makes me feel like I'm watching his father dig with him.
Clean rasping sound
Course boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
the inside knee was levered firmly
buried the bright edge
loving their cool hardness
corked sloppily with paper
cold smell of potato mould
Those are some of the things that stood out to me.
There are more, but you should get the idea.
-Rvr
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I agree with you that the imagery in this poem was excellent. It was much easier to picture the speaker's father digging with the words Heaney chose to use in this poem. The excerpt you chose is a great example of how he really "shows" the reader what his father is doing.
ReplyDeleteRiver,
ReplyDeleteI liked that you kept your piece simple. It was easy to follow. I think you did a good job!