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, High Windows (Faber and Faber 1974).
As I have noted before, the last line of "The Trees" reminds me of "The Region November" by Wallace Stevens. (A poem that I read each -- yes -- November.) Stevens's poem closes with these lines:
Deeplier, deeplier, loudlier, loudlier,
The trees are swaying, swaying, swaying.
Wallace Stevens, "Late Poems," Collected Poetry and Prose (The Library of America 1997).
I like the way you juxtapose Larkin and Stevens (they're juxtaposed on my bedside table too! - and I intend adding Tessimond to them after having discovered him on your blog).
ReplyDeleteMr Plant: it is good to have you stop by again. That is a nice pairing: they sort of balance each other out, don't they? Down-to-earth Larkin is a good counterpoint to Stevens's verbal flights.
ReplyDeleteI'm pleased that you like Tessimond. As you probably know, Bloodaxe Books recently (2010) republished his Collected Poems, so that is the volume to get.
As ever, thank you for your thoughts, which are always appreciated.
Thank you for bringing me back to this poem. After a very wet, drear English Spring, this is a timely reminder!I agree - Larkin is not the misery he is made out to be and always cuts through and hits the spot.
ReplyDeletedeborah: thank you very much for visiting, and for your thoughts on Larkin. I agree completely!
ReplyDeleteThe "conventional wisdom" about Larkin being gloomy is based upon a few poems (e.g., and most notoriously, "This Be the Verse"), isn't it? I often think that most people who hold the conventional wisdom have not taken the time to read the rest of his poems. Your description is perfect: he "always cuts through and hits the spot."
Thank you again.