A Girl written by Ezra Pound at Spillwords.com

A Girl 

A Girl 

by Ezra Pound


The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast –
The branches grow out of me, like arms.

Tree you are,
Moss you are,
You are violets with wind above them.
A child – so high – you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

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