The tree has entered my hands
December 7, 2011 § Leave a comment
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.
— “A Girl,” by Ezra Pound