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.
By: Ezra Pound
When I read this poem I thought that I could easily understand the message behind it. The title helped especially. I believe that it is talking about a young child who is growing into a women. Ezra is comparing the women growing to a tree growing. In a lot of ways they do grow the same. When trees or women grow they attract more attention like the girl is when she starts to mature in this poem. My response to this poem would be one of agreeing. A woman does hit a point where she matures and grows into a gracious lady. When I read this poem I felt relaxed and ease. I pictured myself looking in a meadow maybe with a young girl growing.
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| This tree somewhat reminds me of the poem. I say somewhat because I do not see them growing together when I read the poem, but I see them make the same changes of growing. A picture says a thousands words and some of those words might be relayed back to this poem. |
