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.


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希尔达·杜利特尔

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  1. 读睡君5年前

    我在《热》  https://mmbizurl.cn/s/6hh8j3ayp  这篇公众号文章里提到了这首诗
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