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A Poem For Earth Day
ByThe 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?
Continued here. Philip Larkin's Collected Poems can be bought here.
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