Digging by Heaney

I loved this poem. As I was reading it I thought about Willy Loman at the end of Death of a Salesman when he was planting in his yard. Digging was pretty straight forward. The man in the house is looking down at his father and thinking about how his father and his father's father etc. have all been digging for a living. The man in the window wants to be a writer and use his pen instead of a spade for a living. This reminded me of how Biff couldn't become what his father wanted and decided to choose his own path. The takeaway point I got from the poem was that everyone should stay true to themselves and pursue what they love to do.