Cover art by Ginger Kelly

I wanted to find a poem that spoke to the earthy sensory experience and of the feeling of Spring.

For me, Spring is the smell of dirt and cut grass, of magnolias and lilacs. And I feel just like the plants, newly emerging and learning what it is to grow again.

I found this poem by Ezra Pound and it is so yummy and bright and twisted! I hope you love it as much as I do!

Happy Sunday!

A Girl

by Ezra Pound

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.