H. D. Poems
- Heat O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend ...
- Helen All Greece hates the still eyes in the white ...
- Song You are as gold as the half-ripe grain that merges ...
- Stars Wheel In Purple Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so ...
- From Helen In Egypt: Eidolon, ...
- At Baia I should have thought in a dream you would have ...
- Eideolon, Book 3, Section 7 Was Helen stronger than Achilles...
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Comments about H. D.
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.