“you are like a rich man entering heaven/ through the ear of a raindrop”

 

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For my Modern British poetry class I once wrote a review of this (highly recommendable) poetry collection by Seamus Heaney, The Spirit Level. As I listened to the diverse and changing sound of rain today, this poem came to mind.The Rain Stick
by Seamus Heaney, The Spirit Level

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 its scales
Like a gutter stopping trickling. And now here comes
A sprinkle of drops out of the 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.

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