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.
- "A Girl" by Ezra Pound
Images: Marilyn Monroe by Sam Shaw, 1957 via Suicide Blonde.
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
From "Reluctance" by Robert Frost.
Artemis swore the great oath of the gods to Zeus:
"By your head, I shall always be a virgin
untamed, hunting on peaks of solitary mountains.
Come, grant me this grace!"
So she spoke. Then the father of the blessed gods
nodded his consent. Now gods and mortals
call her by her thrilling eponym, The Virgin Deer Hunter.
Sappho (Greek lyric poet, d. 570 B.C.), translated by Willis Barnstone.
Photographs from Numero Korea, January 2009, photographer: Sofia Sanchez, Mauro Mongiello
