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A Critical Analysis of The Trees, by Phillip Larkin: Naturalle Poems Reviews
A Critical Analysis of The Trees, by Phillip Larkin: Naturalle Poems Reviews
A Critical Analysis of The Trees, by Phillip Larkin: Naturalle Poems Reviews
The Trees
by Phillip Larkin
This poem meditates, laments and celebrates the life cycles of trees. It is an evocative mix of emotions,
delivered with an economy of words.
The first stanza conveys the poet’s melancholy – instead of deriving joy and hope from the tenacious
growth of plants as they sprout new leaves to welcome a season of warmth – the poet see their budding
‘greenness’ as ‘a kind of grief’.
The choice of ‘greenness’ and ‘grief’ is inspired; these two words alliterate and the repetition of the
internal vowel ‘e’ in both creates a haunting rhythm. It concludes the first stanza with an impactful and
melodic image by associating a colour with an emotion.
The second stanza wonders about the cosmetic youth of trees. It asks rhetorically if the trees are ‘born
again’ while humans are destined to ‘grow old’. The poet then decides that no matter how tender the
growing leaves are, the trees’ appearances are merely superficial facades. Their true age will forever be
inscribed in the ‘rings of grain’ within their trunks.
This middle stanza relates to the preceding one. In the first stanza, budding leaves are compared to
sentences that are incomplete, dangling, not heard, ‘like something almost being said’. This startling
comparison is a reminder that the seasonal budding of trees is not merely about living; it’s about the
many deaths that that have been accumulated, now ‘written down in rings of grain’.
The final stanza is somewhat hopeful, with the vivid image of the trees’ thick thrashing crowns, luxuriant
and energetic in the sunshine each May. The rhyming couplet - 'May' and 'say' - along with the
repetition of ‘afresh, afresh, afresh’ wraps the poem up, with a succession of succulent sounds, almost
as though the leaves themselves are whispering these words.
At a surface level, Larkin is examining the growth of trees, casting his eyes on leaves, trunks and
whispering crowns. However, one cannot help but extrapolate this cyclic nature of growing in green
plants into the cyclic nature of life itself. This is a lucid and compact poem, composed and calm, that
laments how everything is dying, no matter their desperate attempts to stay youthful and hold onto life.
The Trees by Philip Larkin
The Trees by Philip Larkin is a three-stanza poem with an ABBA rhyme scheme and a
confused tone that shifts through a series of ideas from the poem’s beginning to its end.
While it is grounded in the notions of nature and the life of “trees,” reactions to the given
observations are numerous, and Larkin does not hesitate to take the reader on his
journey through each of those reactions. What the reader can find at the core of that
exploration, though, is something deeper than just nature. On that deeper level, this
poem is a commentary on life. Specifically, the examination of nature’s details highlights
a number of unknowns that mirror the uncertainties in life and the human inability to
change the most concrete of natural happenings. You can listen to and read the
poem here.
Third Stanza
This final stanza turns the tone from irritation to complimentary when Larkin refers to the
trees as “unresting castles.” As “castles” have a connotation of being strongholds and
fortresses, the comparison denotes a solidness and strength that comes with little to no
condescension, particularly when paired with “unresting.” If the trees do not pause for
respite, their ongoing labour speaks of a being that has earned something—perhaps
their ongoing status of blossoming from year to year.
From that perspective, there is respect given to those trees that contradicts the
previously referenced frustration. This, too, can be a mirror in regard to life’s perception
because human reactions to life can vary from moment to moment. One moment, there
could be frustration, and the next could bring awe, much like Larkin’s reactions to
seasonal changes.
Diving further into this stanza, there is additional evidence that the trees have earned
their annual renewing since they are given credit for the process
of “thresh[ing],” meaning their seeds are being scattered by their own processes. Since
those seeds can lead to new plants, granting the trees the attribution for the process
makes their expansion toward new plant life their own accomplishment, like humans
leaving their mark through children and outstanding accomplishments.
It is interesting to note as well that the word choice within the first line mimics the
redundancy of the seasonal process that bring new leaves “every May” since there is no
grammatical reason to use “Yet” and “still” at the beginning of the stanza. Either word
would have been sufficient alone, but the decided use to employ both speaks of the
repetition of seasonal patterns, that these trees will continue to blossom and expand as
the years pass.
Only in the last two lines of the poem does the reader get resolution concerning
the “grief” from the first stanza, which could have been a specific choice on Larkin’s
part. This way, the answer to the question that has plagued the reader is the last thing
encountered. What that answer is, it seems, is that while the trees bloom and nature
shines, there is still the memory of the leaves and plants that came in years prior. A leaf
cannot bloom where another leaf already is, so its very presence is a declaration that
anything there beforehand had to pass on.
This idea is bluntly stated in the line, “Last year is dead, they seem to say,” with no
beautified language to cushion the harsh effect of the words, but then Larkin quickly
turns to his closing line of “Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.” Once more, we see the mimicking
of seasonal repetition with the three uses of “afresh,”but beyond that detail, it is another
striking contrast from one line to the next. Larkin turns from discussing the “dead” to life
that is “afresh” with little middle ground between them. Essentially, the last two lines are
a blend of that “grief” and the beauty that is reflected in spite of sadness of loss. This
mimics the plight of humans having to move forward against the loss of loved ones.
People mourn and feel the loss, but must keep going.
Overall, this poem has an uncertainty about it that contradicts the solidness of the
trees being described as Larkin journeys through ideas and reactions to the seasonal
process. He goes from appreciative, to negative, to irritated, to complimentary, back to
negative, and then to appreciative in an almost resigned concept of things
beginning “afresh” after nature’s yearly demise. What this seems to hint is that Larkin
does not know what to make of nature, though he simply has to accept it, and perhaps
that is the point of the poem in general. Nature—and life—are full of questions and
reactions, and in the end, all that those who are involved with either can do is wonder
and accept.
About Phillip Larkin
Philip Larkin is an English poet born in 1922 whose poetry grew in relevance and
acclaim following his first published work, The North Ship. His poetry was later influenced
by Thomas Hardy and dealt primarily with human emotion. In addition, he attended
Oxford and would eventually work in a library. Today, he is one of the most notable
names of poetry from his time period.
Philip Larkin was considered as one of the greatest English poets of the latter half of the 20th century. He
began his career as a librarian at Wellington, concurrently studying to qualify as a professional librarian. All
the while he continued with his literally pursuit, publishing his first collection of poems at the age of 23. It was
followed by two novels. Thereafter, he concentrated on poetry writing, publishing his second collection of
poems, ‘The Less Deceived’ at the age of 35. Although it made him famous, he took another nine years to
publish his third collection, mainly because of his preoccupation as the librarian of the Brynmor Jones Library
at the University of Hull. He wrote sparingly; in spite of that he became almost a household name, a rare fit for
a poet. Yet his ‘Selected Letters’, containing vulgar outburst against women, minorities, and working-class and
published posthumously in 1992, almost obliterated his reputation, labeling him as a misogynist and racist. His
reputation was finally restored when 31 years after his death he found a place in the Poet’s Corner at
Westminster’s Abbey.
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