segunda-feira, 20 de abril de 2009

A Girl

> Dafne e Apolo

«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.»

— Ezra Pound