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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I love this poem so much, I ask for a copy for Christmas and my birthday, and my name is hans
I think this poem is awesome. I think it deserves the best prize and I think H.D, is amazing poet. If only she were still alive she could be here to write so many more poems!! I love these poems, i eat them for breakfast, lunch AND dinner!!
I think Heat is about either how world wars one and two restrained and limited the societies affected form soing certain things and how the violence was overwhelming, or, the pressures of society constricting the people to the smallest point and that is why H.D. talks about the curve of a grape.
awesome……..beautiful