A Girl Poem by Ezra Pound

A Girl

Rating: 3.1

The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
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.

Stephen W 06 December 2013

No wonder he ended in the insane asylum!

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Sally Plumb Plumb 14 November 2010

Really, very, very beautiful.

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Stanton Hager 20 August 2006

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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Eche Ononukwe 17 September 2009

This is a poem with a tense romantic tension full of wisdom

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Ma Xiaokang 12 March 2015

a great one! master of imagist poem!

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Gajanan Mishra 28 May 2023

So touchy

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 15 October 2021

Beautiful poem full of metaphors and great images.

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Chinedu Dike 08 June 2020

Well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction.........

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Ismaeil 28 April 2020

Moving from romanticism to modernism. Everyone could be beloved.

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Mahtab Bangalee 24 May 2019

girl the girl for the superb for the super high

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