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  F/H Death of a Naturalist by Seamus Heaney  F/H The poem ã Themes/ideas ã Nature ã Growing up ã Military imagery ã First person monologue ã Key Terms: ã Onomatopoeia ã Personification ã Simile ã Metaphor ã Blank Verse  F/H   All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods. Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun. Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell. There were dragon-flies, spotted butterflies, But best of all was the warm thick slobber Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied Specks to range on window-sills at home, On shelves at school, and wait and watch until The fattening dots burst into nimble- Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how The daddy frog was called a bullfrog And how he croaked and how the mammy frog Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too For they were yellow in the sun and brown In rain. Then one hot day when fields were rank With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges To a coarse croaking that I had not heard Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus. Right down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped: The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting. I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.   Death of a Naturalist Two stanzas break this blank-verse poem up. Read the poem and suggest reasons for the change of stanza „flax - dam‟. A flax dam is a pool where bundles of flax are placed for about three weeks to soften the stems Flax   is an annual plant (it grows from seed) some one to two feet high, with blue flowers Positive  Adventurous Full of wonder Negative Frightened Full of disgust Heaney explains a change in his attitude to the natural world, a sort of before and after 5 10 15 20 25 30  F/H All year the flax-dam festered in the heart Of the townland; green and heavy headed Flax had rotted there, weighted down by huge sods. Daily it sweltered in the punishing sun. Bubbles gargled delicately, bluebottles Wove a strong gauze of sound around the smell. There were dragon-flies, spotted butterflies, But best of all was the warm thick slobber Of frogspawn that grew like clotted water In the shade of the banks. Here, every spring I would fill jampotfuls of the jellied Specks to range on window-sills at home, On shelves at school, and wait and watch until The fattening dots burst into nimble- Swimming tadpoles. Miss Walls would tell us how The daddy frog was called a bullfrog And how he croaked and how the mammy frog Laid hundreds of little eggs and this was Frogspawn. You could tell the weather by frogs too For they were yellow in the sun and brown In rain. Death of a Naturalist   Then one hot day when fields were rank With cowdung in the grass the angry frogs Invaded the flax-dam; I ducked through hedges To a coarse croaking that I had not heard Before. The air was thick with a bass chorus. Right down the dam gross-bellied frogs were cocked On sods; their loose necks pulsed like sails. Some hopped: The slap and plop were obscene threats. Some sat Poised like mud grenades, their blunt heads farting. I sickened, turned, and ran. The great slime kings Were gathered there for vengeance and I knew That if I dipped my hand the spawn would clutch it.   Heaney describes the simple joy of finding frogspawn as a child in a poem full of natural imagery both positive and negative. He talks of his teacher‟s encouragement and of the volume of frogspawn he‟d collect.  The second stanza is full of negative natural imagery as he describes his horror at a near Biblical plague plague of frogs who, he thinks, want revenge for the stolen frogspawn

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