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.

by Hilda Doolittle

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Comments (2)

Very apt descriptions of a thick humid heat- -the lady is impressive
The strength of wind is immense. Requesting it to turn to either side is the theme of the poem and it is so beautiful and awesome