The tree has entered my hands

December 7, 2011 § Leave a comment

Francesca Woodman, Untitled (1980)

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.

— “A Girl,” by Ezra Pound

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