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“Begin afresh, afresh, afresh”

—> Cycle of life
—> Repetitive , tedious , boring

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1. This poem is about ending and starting over.
2. It might be representing Larkin jealousy towards the tree and wants to re-love his young life.
3. The mood in the poem is disappointed, sad and calm.
4. I feel like the ‘yearly trick’ is how the trees react during each seasons, they relive every new year just like reliving a moment.
5. You can reliveomments just like trees. An example of this is new year/ new year resolution.

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“rings of grain”

- imagery
- ageing
- ‘scars of past’
~~ reader = never recover 100%

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“yearly trick”

- metaphor
- devious connotation
- ‘trick’ cheating life ~ dont recover

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“something being said’

- personification
- makes reader think of humans

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he might also be jealous of the trees because in the 2nd stanza the poet is saying that even though leafs fall out new leafs will come and replace it

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Lexical Words (Parallel)
- Ending: Die, death
- Freah Start: Afresh, born again, looking new

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First stanza is starting and last is ending and starting over

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AO4 - Rings of grains is about the rings in the log of the trees as they age.

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AO4 - Rings of grains is about the rings in the log of the trees as they age.

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he wants to be reborn again and have a fresh start. This is because he wants to redo his young life

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the poem is about life, refresh and birth but his voice tone is super dull as if he gives up on youth

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Structure - 3 quatrains

Each quatrain = 4 seasons?
Show cyclical nature or each line represent each season?

1 stanza
1 st - spring (new leaf)
2 nd - autumn (being said = personification = wind)
3 rd  - summer (relax)
4 th - winter (grief)

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- Life and death
- Regret
- Fresh start after an end
- Repetition (Season Cycle)
- Themes: Old age, Nature, Time
- Larkin is jealous of trees

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THIS IS SO SAD

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he’s jealous of the youth, this might be because he regret his earlier life and want to relive it.

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AO4 - Larkin was into gloomy and dark topics, had dark humor and was death obsessed

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AO4 - Larkin was into gloomy and dark topics, had dark humor and was death obsessed

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“ The trees are coming into leaf”
" Is it that they are born again”
" Last year is dead, they seem to say,Begin afresh,afresh,afresh”

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Structure
- First stanza is talking about the tree itself. Having said that spring is coming suggested that life is starting to bloom.
- Second stanza, author talks about his envy towards the tree. Tree is a metaphor of life and death so therefore, he is jealous of the youth and the youngers.
-Third stanza uses repetition. "Afresh, afresh, afresh." Sounded like a boring tone. This could mean he is bored and envied the new life while he grew old.

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language techniques used
-repetition
-imagery
-rhymes
-juxtapostion

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“Trees are coming into leaf”

- Imagery
- Makes reader of Spring - ecstatic, happy&cheeful tone

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ao3 structure is born die and born again 

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ao3 structure is born die and born again 

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shows cycle of life

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AO4 - No matter what, the trees can put their past behind them - by starting fresh again, in spring.

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AO4 - No matter what, the trees can put their past behind them - by starting fresh again, in spring.

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Philip Larkin "The Trees" READ BY THE POET HIMSELF

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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.