B.A. Poetry 'The Trees' By Philip Larkin

               PHILIP LARKIN (1922 - 1985

                            "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.


~~~~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~~~~

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