آن چه تویی [شعر، از دیگران]

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

by :  Ezra Pound