A Girl
 
 
丹妮0930  2003-11-27 11:09   收藏:1 回复:6 点击:5701          

　　 E. Pound
　　
　　 　
　　The tree has entered my hands,
　　The sap has ascended my arms,
　　The tree has grown on 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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