HEATBy Hilda DoolittleO WIND, rend open the heat,Cut apart the heat,Rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot dropThrough this thick air—Fruit cannot fall into heatThat presses up and bluntsThe points of pearsAnd rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat—Plough through it,Turning it on either sideOf your path.

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