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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...1914: 3. THE DEAD by RUPERT BROOKE MEETING AT NIGHT by ROBERT BROWNING THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON MILTON'S PARADISE LOST by ANDREW MARVELL HE REMEMBERS FORGOTTEN BEAUTY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS PREFACE TO ERINNA'S POEMS by ANTIPATER OF SIDON THE SHEPHERD'S CONTENT by RICHARD BARNFIELD VERSES WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF TIGHE'S 'PSYCHE' by BERNARD BARTON |