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Ezra Pound: the tree has entered my hands...

The branches grow out of me, like arms. An intense lyric of one of the greatest actors of the twentieth

Ezra Pound

A girl

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.

Ezra Pound

Personae: The Shorter Poems of Ezra Pound, by Lea Baechler and A. Walton Litz:

by T N
02 march 2009, Food Notes > Food Tourism