poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Read more poems by H.D.: H.D. Poems at Poetry X.

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.

Added: 9 Mar 2003 | Last Read: 23 Nov 2008 9:27 AM | Viewed: 3838 times

PoetryNotes™ Analysis

A custom PoetryNotes™ eBook may be ordered for this poem. Get help with your homework - delivered in 5-6 days.

For more information...