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