The Trees by Philip Larkin – Classic Poems Presented By Go Dog Go Cafe Baristas & Writers

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As part of the Go Dog Go Cafe ‘Classic Poems’ series, I present the celebrated poem of Spring ‘The Trees‘ by the most English of England’s poets, Philip Larkin:

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.


It is respectfully and fully acknowledged  that ‘The Trees’  first published  in ‘High Windows’ in 1974 is presented here by Eric Daniel Clarke (EDC Writing) as it appeared  in ‘Philip Larkin – Collected Poems’ published by Faber &…

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Poem – Six Word Miscellany #3

Out of the blue her eyes

The games hearts play so dangerous

Lips unzipped for tongue tip sips

Laid exhausted by young wanton wiles

Need defies the lines of years

Searched for meaning through inked fingertips

Her intentions lies no longer hide

One of many no way him

Mirror says old bald move on

Six word lines and stories – if they come from one mind do they relate? I believe so, miscellany at play, in time and space. A click and you’re into miscellanies #1 and #2.