Friday, January 02, 2015

Like something almost being said...

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


(I know, I've used that photo two days in a row. But I love it. One eucalypt seedling/sapling, but all those colours and shapes.)

- See more at:

Link including Larkin reading the poem.


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