Tuesday, January 30, 2007

A Girl (Ezra Pound )

Originally uploaded by fabikinhas_world.

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.

Ezra Pound

1 comment:

*jeanne* said...

This one is my favorite:

In a Station of the Metro

The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
— Ezra Pound