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Collected Poems 1912-1944 (H.D.) 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.
Book: Collected Poems 1912-1944 (H.D.) by Hilda Doolittle
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