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A Girl
(30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)

A Girl

Poem By Ezra Pound

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.

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Well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction.........
Moving from romanticism to modernism. Everyone could be beloved.
girl the girl for the superb for the super high
Lovely lines that are loaded with life and creativity
The tree has entered my hands. Beautiful words.


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