A GIRL
by: Ezra Pound (1885-1972)
 HE 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.
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- 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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