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.
(Hilda Doolittle)
More Poetry from Hilda Doolittle:
- Orchard (Hilda Doolittle Poems)
- The Mysteries Remain (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
- The Pool (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
- Wash of Cold River (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
- Pear Tree (Hilda Doolittle Poem)
- Sea Poppies (Hilda Doolittle Poem)