Poetry Friday: Heat by H.D.

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Today’s Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Keri

“Hazy, hot, and humid” days are here at last…lingering day after day, and rendering everyone and everything listless and languid.   This morning, the farm is enveloped in a thick mist, but even that radiates heat and promises another sweltering day.

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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 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.

H.D.

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7 thoughts on “Poetry Friday: Heat by H.D.

  1. Heat thickens the air. We are reaching close to 100 each day. The sun burns like a hot iron. It’s difficult to think. An appropriate poem for this last day of July.

  2. Tara, your post is getting at the same feeling that mine is, but so different an expression in HD’s poem. I don’t know why, but it strikes me as so unusual, this fruit stanza:

    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.

    I guess we don’t usually think of heat as powerful like this. Thank you!

  3. We are headed for the humidity of Florida this coming week, but will at least have the ocean to cool in. I remember those Missouri days when the “fruit cannot fall into heat”. Wow, this poem catches the feeling. I wish you cooler air, but that also means autumn and back to work. Enjoy the Queen Anne’s lace, not much to see here in the city!

  4. I, too, am taken by these lines:

    fruit cannot fall into heat
    that presses up and blunts
    the points of pears
    and rounds the grapes

    What a surprising image!

  5. I love the farm imagery throughout – the specific fruit, the plowing, the idea that heat is as tangible as other farm products. And I also think the stanza about pears and grapes is amazing. Thank you for sharing this one.

  6. Tara, heat is such a strange phenomenon for those not used to it. I was struck by the intensity of the heat when I was in St. Louis for #ILA15. Your opening photo and the one of the farm are striking. Perhaps they will persuade you to write a poem about the emotions evoked for Summer Splashings.

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