I hope everyone has some exciting plans for the weekend. I have a busy weekend playing the organ for a wedding and a church service.
My chosen poem this week is by Hilda Doolittle who published under the name H.D. Doolittle was an American modernist poet.
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 round the grapes. Cut the heat - plough through it, turning it on either side of your path. H.D
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