Ezra Pound

(30 October 1885 – 1 November 1972 / Hailey / Idaho)

A Girl - Poem by Ezra Pound

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.


Comments about A Girl by Ezra Pound

  • (6/12/2018 7:16:00 PM)


    Lovely lines that are loaded with life and creativity (Report) Reply

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  • Narayanan Kutty Pozhath (4/24/2018 11:05:00 AM)


    The tree has entered my hands. Beautiful words. (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2018 6:34:00 PM)


    Can you please analyse the poem for me (Report) Reply

  • (12/15/2017 2:14:00 AM)


    Pound stuff is to poetry what a Big Mac left on a bench is to sculpture. Useless, pretentious garbage taht idiots think is deep (Report) Reply

    (12/15/2017 2:16:00 AM)

    Typo aside I agree 100%. This is the guy that said Wordsworth was terrible yet he wrote this tripe and called it poetry.

  • Abhimanyu Kumar.s (12/2/2017 12:37:00 AM)


    I think this must be once a girl and you can turn it admiring work. (Report) Reply

  • Dr Dillip K Swain (10/31/2017 9:18:00 AM)


    A fabulous little write.. enjoyed the way it is penned...10 (Report) Reply

  • Sylvaonyema Uba (2/14/2017 9:46:00 AM)


    You are violets with wind above them
    A child -so high- you are

    Excellent use of imagery.
    Beautiful and delightful poem.

    Sylva
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  • Ma Xiaokang (3/12/2015 10:45:00 AM)


    a great one! master of imagist poem! (Report) Reply

  • (12/6/2013 8:39:00 AM)


    No wonder he ended in the insane asylum! (Report) Reply

  • (11/14/2010 5:15:00 AM)


    Really, very, very beautiful. (Report) Reply

  • Eche Ononukwe (9/17/2009 8:16:00 AM)


    This is a poem with a tense romantic tension full of wisdom (Report) Reply

  • (8/20/2006 6:12:00 AM)


    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.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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