Down on his hands and knees beside the leek rig,
Touching, inspecting, separating one
Stalk from the other, gently pulling up
Everything not tapered, frail and leafless,
Pleased to feel each little weed-root break,
But rueful also . . .
Then found myself listening to
The amplified grave ticking of hall clocks
Where the phone lay unattended in a calm
Of mirror glass and sunstruck pendulums . . .
And found myself then thinking: if it were nowadays,
This is how Death would summon Everyman.
Next thing he spoke and I nearly said I loved him.
The last line comes as a shock in its sadness. The poignancy is reinforced by the simplicity of the language, a  monosyllabic string , apart from the word “nearly”, that needs no embellishment.  The “mirror glass” and its significance is clear; Heaney’s relationship with his father was unexpressed and unfulfilled.
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