A poem whose meaning has always been hotly debated, I like to imagine Ezra Pound wrote "A Girl" about his daughter and his connection with her.
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"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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