Thank you Jane for sending me this beautiful poem:
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.
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Wordworth's Lucy poem made me think of you guys and Salome
ReplyDeleteA violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and oh,
The difference to me!
Wow! Thanks Margot, I love it. Particularly the last 2 lines.
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