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Tuesday, 17 February 2009

The Trees by Philip Larkin


The Trees

The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.

Is it that they are born again
And we grow old? No, they die too.
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain.

Yet still the unresting castles thresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Philip Larkin

3 comments:

David said...

Nice to see a bit of Larkin...

Thank you for posting this

Ms M said...

A lovely presentation of photo and poetry. Thank you...

Babooshka said...

I'm with Ms M this is a lovely image.