Heat

Hilda DoolittleHilda Doolittle

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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.
Hilda Doolittle
About the poet

Hilda Doolittle

1886 - 1961/AmericanHilda Doolittle Born on September 10, 1886, in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Hilda Doolittle was the daughter of an astronomer, and she was reared in the strict Moravian tradition of her mother's family. She entered Bryn Mawr College in 1904 an…

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