HEAT
by: Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961)
- WIND, rend open the heat,
- cut apart the heat,
- rend it to tatters.
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- Fruit cannot drop
- through this thick air--
- fruit cannot fall into heat
- that presses up and blunts
- the points of pears
- and rounds the grapes.
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- Cut the heat--
- plough through it,
- turning it on either side
- of your path.
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