Hilda Doolittle (10 September 1886 – 27 September 1961 / Bethlehem, Pennsylvania)
Poems by Hilda Doolittle : 11 / 30
Heat
O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.
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.
Cut the heat--
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.
Hilda Doolittle
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
Read poems about / on: wind
Poems by Hilda Doolittle : 11 / 30
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