Ezra Pound (30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)
Poems by Ezra Pound : 4 / 249
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
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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Poems by Ezra Pound : 4 / 249
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Really, very, very beautiful.
This is a poem with a tense romantic tension full of wisdom
Pound, the fierce fist-pounder on many issues, in his poems was OFTEN movingly LYRICAL-not just in his shorter poems, as this one (and many others well-chosen by Poemhunter) , but in his translations and throughout The Cantos.
If you haven't yet read his immensely moving Li Po translation, 'The River Merchan't Wife: A Letter, ' treat yourself at this site. I bet you weep.