“The Trees” by Philip Larkin

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

One thought on ““The Trees” by Philip Larkin

  1. Brian Dean Powers

    “Like something almost being said….” Wonderful line! This reminds me of Mary Oliver, except that it’s a little more formal than she would write.

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