I’ve been challenged to the Three Days Three Quotes game. Thank you so much to Finding French Charming. Her blog is so entertaining. You should go check out her stories about finding love.
The Rulebook:
- Thank the person who nominated you.
- Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day).
- Nominate three bloggers each day.
Day 1
This is an excerpt from a poem called Digging by Seamus Heaney.
It is about a writer sitting in his office reflecting on his family’s heritage of working the land. He gets past thoughts of shame at his profession . He realizez he can do justice to them by digging into their pasts with his pen and writing their histories.
The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slapOf soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edgeThrough living roots awaken in my head.But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.
I foynd this poem while looking for quotes about writing history and have been thinking about the imagery of digging a lot.
I nominate (if they would like to participate):
- Nathi at A Wayward Scribbles
- Lisa at Lisa Pomerantzster – Are we there yet?
- Catherine at This is One for the Books
Note: I published this already but it has since disappeared so I’m sending it out to the world again.