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

A Girl

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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girl the girl for the superb for the super high
I do not have to tell everything to my child, talking at that time the parent and child are independent and their own back speaks. I ought to speak to my back.
Lovely lines that are loaded with life and creativity
The tree has entered my hands. Beautiful words.
Can you please analyse the poem for me
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