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Dec 12, 2014
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Trees by Philip Larkin (The Right Word Workshop)
The trees are (turning) into leaf
Like (words) almost being said
The recent buds (grow) and spread
Their greenness is a kind of grief
Is it that they are (young) again
And we (growing) old? No, they (aged) too
Their yearly trick of looking new
Is written down in rings of grain
Yet still the unresting (wild) thresh
In fullgrown (on) every May
Last year (sweet) (dreams) they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, (afresh)
About This Poem
Review Request Direction: How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
scribbler
10 years 6 months ago
Hi Alid
Except for the last word not rhyming with thresh this could almost have been written by the original author. Good work......stan
alidzain
10 years 6 months ago
Stan
Done the edit. Just a question. I'm so used to abab rhyming pattern that I missed out on this one. What is the writing style called?
Alid