H. D.

Poems of H. D.

1. At Baia 1/20/2003
2. from Helen in Egypt: Eidolon, Book 3: #4 1/20/2003
3. Heat 1/20/2003
4. Helen 1/20/2003
5. Song 1/20/2003
6. Stars Wheel in Purple 1/20/2003


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.

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