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Context
Published in 1975 “North” collection, About RUC
Personal connection
Shows young Heaneys unease at existing in a system not working towards his favour. Powerful vs powerless
Messages/Themes
Anti catholic views within RUC and legal system, conflict between protestants and catholics, lack of diversity in police system
Aggressive imagery stanza 1, assonance and harsh consonants, sense of fear from young Heaney
The rubber cowl of a mud-splasher Skirting the front mudguard, Its fat black handlegrips
visual image, metaphor, childlike, nervous and anticipation, indirect reference to a gun/violence. Gleaming= well looked after, well kept, boot= metonymy, reference to kicking or violence, unwelcome visitor
Heating in sunlight, the ‘spud’ Of the dynamo gleaming and cocked back, The pedal treads hanging relieved Of the boot of the law.
suggests discomfort from officer, child is repulsed, sibilant description
The line of its pressure ran like a bevel In his slightly sweating hair.
authority, legal importance
The heavy ledger
scared child, uneasy, unsure, on edge
Arithmetic and fear. I sat staring at the polished holster With its buttoned flap, the braid cord Looped into the revolver butt.
interrogatory questions, monosyllabic, business-like interaction.
‘Any other root crops? Mangolds? Marrowstems? Anything like that?’ ‘No.’
Conspiratorial, child aware that father is lying, over-dramatic mind of child
But was there not a line Of turnips where the seed ran out In the potato field? I assumed Small guilts and sat
Hyperbolic, childs imagination, harsh “B” sound
Imagining the black hole in the barracks.
William I 1906 crop returns census, also alluding to book of judgement
Closed the domesday book,
Humanizing, aduld Heaney reflecting
And looked at me as he said goodbye.
Onomatopoeic anaphora, ominous, he will be back , bomb sound, reference to violence
And the bicycle ticked, ticked, ticked