“Oracle” by Seamus Heaney

Hide in the hollow trunk
of the willow tree,
its listening familiar,
until, as usual, they
cuckoo your name
across the fields.
You can hear them
draw the poles of stiles
as they approach
calling you out:
small  mouth and ear
in a wooded cleft,
lobe and larynx
of the mossy places.

Seamus Heaney
Opened Ground (1996)

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