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.