Saturday Rave: A Girl by Ezra Pound

Understanding a subject is a good thing, naturally, but luckily it's not always necessary.

Sometimes understanding something isn't even desirable:  fascinating mysteries, when researched and analysed, sometimes turn out to be mere mistakes, or stupidities, or gaps.

Here's a short poem by Ezra Pound.

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 behind them,
A child - so high - you are,
And all this is folly to the world.

Yes...sometimes I'd choose mystery over complete understanding.

Wouldn't you?

Word To Use Today: violet. This is a lovely word as long as it's pronounced with three syllables. It comes from the Latin viola  which is an even more horrid word when pronounced with two.