Hilda Doolittle - Heat
O wind, rend open the heat, <br />Cut apart the heat, <br />Rend it to tatters. <br /> <br />Fruit cannot drop <br />Through this thick air -- <br />Fruit cannot fall into heat <br />That presses up and blunts <br />The points of pears <br />And rounds the grapes. <br /> <br />Cut the heat -- <br />Plough through it, <br />Turning it on either side <br />Of your path.<br /><br />Hilda Doolittle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heat-3/