Sunday, April 22, 2012

afresh, afresh, afresh

I'm very pleased that the leaves are coming out on the trees, in spite of the allergic reactions that come with them. One thing that was nice about bare trees, though, was being able to see Cayuga Lake from my bedroom window. Goodbye, Cayuga. Hello, beautiful walls of green.

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

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