| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 85. The Garden |
| | | By H. D. |
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I YOU are clear, | |
| O rose, cut in rock. | |
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| I could scrape the color | |
| From the petals, | |
| Like spilt dye from a rock. | 5 |
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| If I could break you | |
| I could break a tree. | |
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| If I could stir | |
| I could break a tree, | |
| I could break you. | 10 |
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II O wind, rend open the heat, | |
| Cut apart the heat, | |
| Slit it to tatters. | |
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| Fruit cannot drop | |
| Through this thick air; | 15 |
| Fruit cannot fall into heat | |
| That presses up and blunts | |
| The points of pears, | |
| And rounds grapes. | |
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| Cut the heat: | 20 |
| Plough through it, | |
| Turning it on either side | |
| Of your path. | |
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