Poetry at its best needs to be both seen as words upon a page and also read aloud so the shape of the words can be seen and the sounds of the words can be heard. Poetry wakens our senses, stirs our imagination, stretches our minds, and moves us into moments of pondering and playing with fresh images.
One of my favorite Seamus Heaney poems is called Rain Stick. Read it carefully, imagine the rain stick in your hand and slowly turn it as you read the words aloud.
The Rain Stick
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. Seamus Heaney.
Heaney draws in the poem those wonderful lines from the gospel as to how a rich man can enter heaven – as easy as a camel through the eye of a needle! Heaney with imagination turns this into the ear of a raindrop! A delightful play on words and images. Be sure to listen to the words and sounds he creates in this short poem.
NASA’s Climate Kids website offers an explanations of the origin of the rainstick. Take a look using this link https://climatekids.nasa.gov/rainstick/
Like Heaney, I grew up in N. Ireland with the sound of rain being almost a daily occurrence, giving the landscape those wonderful 40 shades of green! Above all, this poem calls us to be silent and to listen, and in listening to imagine, and in imagining to sense the wonder of life, your life, and the lives of all things around you. In a few days time we shall mark Earth Day ( April 22), we would do well to listen and ponder. 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 anew!
To be still
And in my stillness
Might I hear
As Elijah heard you
Not in wind
But in the sheer silence
If we could only listen.