poem Meaning help please?

In my opinion, there is no set meaning to a poem. There is only your interpretation. And your interpretation can be well argued or not well argued. If I were you, I would start by using the following search terms in google.com:

oracle seamus heaney interpretations

Using these search terms I found many interpretations such as this one:

"In the short poem “Oracle,” from Wintering Out (1972), Heaney remembers crouching as a young boy inside the hollow trunk of a tree at the edge of the family farmyard, then hearing his elders calling him to come out from his hiding spot, out from his “secret nest” (P 17). The child’s perspective of this poem is one that Heaney employs frequently in his early verse:

Hide in the hollow trunk

of the willow tree,

its listening familiar,

until, as usual, they

cuckoo your name across the fields.

That the young Heaney is the tree’s “listening familiar,” that the adults call to him “as usual,” confirms that this hollow trunk is a nook in which the young poet-to-be often conceals himself, and, in the poem’s final lines, the boy even seems to merge with the tree: “small mouth and ear / in a woody cleft, lobe and larynx / of the mossy places” (OG 56). Indeed, Heaney, particularly in his early books, is a poet of those “mossy places.”

(Read more of this 4 paragraph interpretation here: http://deepblue.lib.umich.edu/bitstream/2027.42/60...

I would also recommend taking time to look at the meaning of some of the words in the poem. Most importantly the title of the poem. Oracle is likely a reference to Pythia otherwise known as the Oracle of Delphi. But read this short article in Wikipedia because Oracles are just so darned cool: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oracle

With an e e cummings poem, asserting "that's what it skill to me" is like attempting to nail Jello to a tree. This poem has continually appeared very professional-feminist, or a minimum of anti anti-feminist. It talks approximately self sufficient questioning to me. Effie (a popularity that sounds suspiciously like the be conscious "iffy") apparently by no skill thought for herself and all this is left of her crumbly ideas is a collection of subjunctives: woulda, coulda ,shoulda, musta. Even God seems on those 6 crumbs with puzzlement; even His omniscience can no longer fathom why a guy or woman could stay her existence permitting others to think of for her.