Une Jeune Fille. (Translation) . Poem by Michael Walker
Une Jeune Fille. (Translation) .
L'arbre est entree dans les mains,
La seve est montee mes bras,
L'arbre m'a pousse dans le sein-
En bas,
Les branches poussent hors de moi, comme des bras.
Arbre vous l'etes,
La mousse vous etes,
Vous etes des violettes, le vent haut au-dessus d'elles.
Un enfant-si haut-vous etes,
Et tout ceci c'est la folie au monde.
- ' A Girl'. Ezra Pound (1885-1972) .
The girl in the poem wants to become a tree probably to gain much more height. The tree has sap, the juice of life: she also compares the tree to moss and violets.
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5/10/2024 7:24:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Amazing translation expresses perfection of skill. Ezra Pound's poem is of course highlighted in your translation with wish of that girl to become a tree. Such expressive poem scribbles mind of readers...10
You must know French yourself, knowing Pound so well. Thanks again.