A Call

  The first of two regretful poems in which Heaney recalls incidents from the time before his parents passed away. In this piece he keeps in telephone contact with them. Heaney had left the family home (after seven years of part boarding-school experience) to go to university after which he worked, married, travelled and brought up children in locations distant from his roots. Heaney’s mother has answered the phone and heard his request to speak to his father: ‘Hold on,’ she said, ‘I’II just run out and get him. His elderly father is still actively engaged in what he enjoys best (fresh air and agriculture): ‘The weather here’s so good, he took the chance / To do a bit of […]