A girl
2017-12-27 本文已影响0人
小王子的狐狸先森
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.
