少女

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

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少女

树长进我的手心，

树叶升上我的手臂，

树在我的前胸

朝下长，

树枝象手臂从我身上长出。

你是树，

你是青苔，

你是轻风吹拂的紫罗兰，

你是个孩子——这么高，

这一切，世人都看作愚行。