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Jakarta, Dec 2011

Jakarta, Dec 2011

Jakarta & Philip Larkin

June 04, 2015 in Indonesia

Nearly there. Just a weekend to go. Then everything changes, or so we are told. Best listen to some Larkin then to cool our savage nerves & salve our anticipation.

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.

by Phillip Larkin

Tags: Philip Larkin, Poetry, Jakarta, Baby
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