Heat by Hilda Doolittle
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.
2 comments:
The heat in the valley where I live is horendous today so I wish for a wind strong enough to rend it to tatters....as long as my roof remains intact.
Hey ,i totally forgot that you are deep in summer now:) I hope you'll have a few fresh, strong and roof-avoiding winds these days!
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