| Poems by Women |
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.
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
