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Hilda Doolittle |
 (1916)
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Heat |
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 the 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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