Storm

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Title:     Storm
Author: H. D. [More Titles by D.]

You crash over the trees,
you crack the live branch--
the branch is white,
the green crushed,
each leaf is rent like split wood.

You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash--
you have broken off a weighted leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.

[The end]
(Hilda Doolittle) H. D.'s poem: Storm

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