A Girl by Ezra Pound

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.

For: Nurt Thurs – Perfect Candidate


  1. Elizabeth · January 22, 2016

    Beautiful poem, love the ‘tree you are’!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Meg Evans · January 23, 2016

    This gave me lovely memories of being a little girl climbing trees. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. becca givens · January 26, 2016

    Wonderful share! Thank you for linking with Nurturing Thursday!

    Liked by 1 person

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