The trees by Philip Larkin

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 (1922-85)- 

an english mastermind poet novelist and liberian(yes he worked as university librarian in Brynmor Jones library) though being greatly admired and sought out he usually tried to stay in the crowd and disliked fame, but still his poems as i have noticed are marvelous and contain simplicity yet deep meaning which are hard to find.

Critacal analysis

before writnig anything about the poem i firstly want to say that philip larkin is a genious and his poems usualy contain deep meanings which could be understood by diffrent people diffrently so if my analysis does not match ones of yours please forgive me.

in this poem while talking about new leafs in trees the poet is trying to state emergence of new generation while his generation is dying he is sad about it as his generations time is over yet he is also hopeful about new generations which will grow and replace them.