The Heat
This poem's called "Heat" and, duh, it's about the heat. With her spare but vivid language, H.D. transports us to a sweltering hot and humid day. This poem's images are so strong that not only do w...
The Fruit
One of the strongest images in this poem is the image of ripened (perhaps even over-ripened) fruit hanging on the trees. The heat has had its way with pears and grapes—they are ripe and ready to...
The Wind
The wind is our great white hope in "Heat." It's what will save us from sweating to death. One of the coolest (pun very much intended) things about H.D. is her ability to make us anticipate—to fe...