Originally published January 2, 2014 on Tumblr.
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.
—Ezra Pound
Annabel by Goldfrapp
A beautiful song for a beautiful picture.
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