The tree has entered my hands,
The sap has ascended my arms,
The tree has grown in my breast -
Downward,
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Well articulated and nicely brought forth with conviction.........
Pound stuff is to poetry what a Big Mac left on a bench is to sculpture. Useless, pretentious garbage taht idiots think is deep
Typo aside I agree 100%. This is the guy that said Wordsworth was terrible yet he wrote this tripe and called it poetry.
You're like a mouse that doesn't shake the grass. Pound is somebody. You're nobody.
I think this must be once a girl and you can turn it admiring work.
A fabulous little write.. enjoyed the way it is penned...10
You are violets with wind above them A child -so high- you are Excellent use of imagery. Beautiful and delightful poem. Sylva
This is a poem with a tense romantic tension full of wisdom
Pound, the fierce fist-pounder on many issues, in his poems was OFTEN movingly LYRICAL-not just in his shorter poems, as this one (and many others well-chosen by Poemhunter) , but in his translations and throughout The Cantos. If you haven't yet read his immensely moving Li Po translation, 'The River Merchan't Wife: A Letter, ' treat yourself at this site. I bet you weep.
So touchy