I
You are clear
O rose, cut in rock,
hard as the descent of hail.
I could scrape the colour
from the petals
like spilt dye from a rock.
If I could break you
I could break a tree.
If I could stir
I could break a tree-
I could break you.
II
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.
Garden
H. D.
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Poem topics: rose, wind, clear, hard, open, colour, tree, fruit, break, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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