Hilda Doolittle

(10 September 1886 – 27 September 1961 / Bethlehem, Pennsylvania)

Heat - Poem 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.


Comments about Heat by Hilda Doolittle

  • Gold Star - 33,815 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (12/27/2014 8:39:00 AM)

    The strength of wind is immense. Requesting it to turn to either side is the theme of the poem and it is so beautiful and awesome (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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