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My daughter sent me this poem by Ezra Pound in an email and encouraged me to write.  She added,  " Ti voglio bene." Don't know the exact meaning (she speaks Italian-  I do not) but maybe something like, to write is good.  I agree that writing is good and  I write every day.  I think that the poem is beautiful and evocative.   I may ask her why she chose this one.

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.

I love my daughter.  She is beautiful.  She is an artist.  Her existence brings joy to my confused heart.  She loves me.  She struggles with having me as a mother.  She is human.  Sometimes she mothers me. Her name is Claire.