-- . :: A Girl The tree has entered my hands, The sap has ascended my arms, The tree has grown in my breast-- Downward, 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
Ezra PoundAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 30, 1885
- Died: November 1, 1972
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