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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A Girl - meaning Summary
Tree and Self Entwined
The poem presents a speaker who collapses distinction between self and natural life, imagining a tree literally growing into and through them. Images of sap, branches, moss, and violets create a visceral merging of human and plant, while the childlike phrasing underlines a sense of wonder and innocence. The final line suggests this intimate identification will be dismissed or misunderstood by wider society.
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