Dagens dikt: A girl av Ezra Pound

En gammal fling of mine var ett jättestort fan av Ezra Pound och lurade naturligtvis in mig på den vägen också. Detta är nog min favorit. 

 

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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.