Folly Poem.

A Girl

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

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  1. OT: Tell us about the recent Kiwi election; your thoughts and feelings. I know next to nothing about it. What’s your insider, local view?

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