The Trees by Philip Larkin reviewed by Denni Rusking

The Trees by Philip Larkin reviewed by Denni Rusking

Postby dennirusking » Wed May 07, 2014 12:27 pm

I love Philip Larkin and I love trees and I love this poem by Larkin called "The Trees" which was published in 1968. “Deprivation is for me,” Philip Larkin once observed, “what daffodils were for Wordsworth.” The majority of verse which made Larkin famous were about: unhappiness, loss, disappointment, boredom and death etc. But "The Trees" is not a sad poem and it becomes more beautiful each time you read it...

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.
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