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 through the heat-
plow through it
turning it on either side
of your path.

-- Hilda Doolittle (19??)
Copyright 1982 by the Estate of Hilda Doolittle. Used with permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be reproduced in any form without the written consent of the publisher.
Sheltered Garden . . . Fragment 68 . . . Garden . . . Helen . . . Leda . . . Let Zeus
Mysteries Remain . . . Pear Tree . . . Sea Poppies . . . Sea Rose

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