I Am Poetry In Motion

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    A Girl by Ezra Pound 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.
    UnderStandM3 UnderStandM3
    41-45, F
    Jun 8, 2014
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