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    Seamus Heaney - The Railway Children


    by poetictouch

    Seamus Heaney reads his poem The Railway Children

    The Railway Children
    by Seamus Heaney (1939-)

    When we climbed the slopes of the cutting
    We were eye-level with the white cups
    Of the telegraph poles and the sizzling wires.

    Like lovely freehand they curved for miles
    East and miles west beyond us, sagging
    Under their burden of swallows.

    We were small and thought we knew nothing
    Worth knowing. We thought words travelled the wires
    In the shiny pouches of raindrops,

    Each one seeded full with the light
    Of the sky, the gleam of the lines, and ourselves
    So infinitesimally scaled

    We could stream through the eye of a needle.