Hilda Doolittle (Хильда Дулитл)

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 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.

1. From Citron-Bower
2. After Troy
3. Thetis
4. The Mysteries Remain
5. Holy Satyr

Archibald Lampman (Арчибальд Лампман) Heat ("From plains that reel to southward, dim")

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