You only have to repeat it when it's meeting with resistance.

[fflo]

Also, in a related matter, I very much like this recognition of (surprise-word) grief.





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

 

Comments

[fflo.livejournal.com]

I'll add this one here, which is a good one, hope-wise, particularly for the old-wounded:




First Sight


Lambs that learn to walk in snow
When their bleating clouds the air
Meet a vast unwelcome, know
Nothing but a sunless glare.
Newly stumbling to and fro
All they find, outside the fold,
Is a wretched width of cold.

As they wait beside the ewe,
Her fleeces wetly caked, there lies
Hidden round them, waiting too,
Earth's immeasurable surprise.
They could not grasp it if they knew,
What so soon will wake and grow
Utterly unlike the snow.


-- also Larkin

[browngirl.livejournal.com]

These are both gorgeous and thought provoking.

[peteralway.livejournal.com]

A bit premature?