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quinta-feira, setembro 09, 2004

Enviado a um rapaz em 1997 tentando demonstrar alguma serenidade no núcleo da tempestade e ao mesmo tempo o desespero do meu coração partido  

"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.

Signed: Ezra Pound


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