| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Garden | | By H. D. |
| | 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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