I had to struggle a bit with the language, being not native English speaking, but I relished the challenge and was thoroughly rewarded for my efforts.
It is a collection that speaks profoundly about how the present, everyday moments link to one another and constitute the basis for our inner history.
You can feel that Heaney is also reflecting about the passing of time, of memory and of fading vitality, when one has to confront himself with his past and try to explicate the meaning of all those, at that time, meaningless moments and how, those same moments, retrospectively acquire so much meaning.
Collection of poems can be read intermittently, but do not let too much time pass from reading one poem to the next, because they are discoursing with one another, which enriches still the depth of this book.