Year 12 | 28 January 2020 | firstname.lastname@example.org
The branches grow out of me, like arms. An intense lyric of one of the greatest actors of the twentieth
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.
Personae: The Shorter Poems of Ezra Pound, by Lea Baechler and A. Walton Litz: http://www.amazon.com/Personae-Shorter-Poems-Ezra-Pound/dp/081121138X
by T N
02 march 2009, Food Notes > Food Tourism