The truth has entered my head,
The fragile girl has left my body,
The blood has gotten thicker in manny-
manny ways
The realization has grown in me, like a soul.
Blind you are,
Deaf you are,
You are hidden with no sign of a map.
A mask-so dark-you are,
And all this is no new chapter in my book.
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.
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