Seamus Heaney - Blackberry-Picking - Poetry Analysis

Blackberry Picking

Blackberry Picking The adult poet recalls a pleasure event from childhood, the enjoyment of a family activity that appealed to all the senses. Heaney show-cases his talent for transposing close observation and associated emotion into words. Optimum growing conditions of moisture and warmth would guarantee late-Summer blackberries. The front-runner, just one, a glossy purple clot,/… its flesh…sweet/ Like thickened wine was sufficient to whet the lust/ For picking. References to blood ensure the idea of a ‘living’ fruit, Ripening was betrayed by a deepening shade of colour: the red ones inked up. His family’s appetite for blackberries (hunger) sharpened sufficiently to send them forth around the farm, carrying whatever containers were to hand. There were drawbacks: briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots. The aim of their painstaking task: We trekked and picked until the cans were full/ Until the tinkling bottom (upon which the hard unripe blackberries bounced) […read more….]