This P.O.E.T.S. Day, I have chosen to share a poem by Seamus Heaney, in honor of Saint Patrick's Day. You see, Heaney was the second writer from Ireland to win the Nobel Prize in Literature. The first was W. B. Yeats. Anyway, this poem comes from Heaney's collection The Spirit Level.
Saint Marty wishes all of you a restful evening.
The Rain Stick
for Beth and Rand
Upend the rain stick and what happens next
Is a music that you never would have known
To listen for. In a cactus stalk
Downpour, sluice-rush, spillage and backwash
Come flowing through. You stand there like a pipe
Being played by water, you shake it again lightly
And diminuendo runs through all it scales
Like a gutter stopping trickling. And now here comes
A sprinkle of drops out of freshened leaves,
Then subtle little wets off grass and daisies;
Then glitter-drizzle, almost-breaths of air.
Upend the stick again. What happens next
Is undiminished for having happened once,
Twice, ten, a thousand times before.
Who cares if all the music that transpires
Is the fall of grit or dry seeds through a cactus?
You are like a rich man entering heaven
Through the ear of a raindrop. Listen now again.
The ear of a raindrop |
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