write the summary of the poem ' Taking my pen'
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I hold a short pen between my fingers, where it fits tightly, like a gun.
Outside my window I hear the clear sound of a shovel working the pebbly earth. It's my father out there, digging.
Looking down, I see my father straining as he bends low to tend to the flowerbeds. When he comes back up, I think of him twenty years in the past, bending down in a steady rhythm to dig in the neat rows of potatoes.
His booted leg is placed sturdily and comfortably on the shovel, the shaft of which is secured against the inside of his knee. He pulls potatoes up from the ground, and then digs deeply into the ground again. This time he's replanting all the potatoes that we'd help him pick. We loved feeling how hard and cool they felt in our hands.
My God, my old man was incredible with a shovel. So was his father.
No one could beat my grandfather when it came to cutting turf on the swampy land that he worked. I remember once bringing him milk in a bottle, which I'd sealed messily by using some crumpled
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Taking my pen, with words to cast my woe,
Duly to count the sum of all my cares,
I find my griefs innumerable grow,
The reckonings rise to millions of despairs;
And thus dividing of my fatal hours,
The payments of my love I read and cross,
Subtracting, set my sweets unto my sours,
My joy's arrearage leads me to my loss;
And thus mine eye's a debtor to thine eye,
Which by extortion gaineth all their looks;
My heart hath paid such grievous usury
That all their wealth lies in thy beauty's books,
And all is thine which hath been due to me,
And I a bankrupt, quite undone by thee.