the_trees
PeeT
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.
Phillip Larkin
120419
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