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 –
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.