Philip Larkin

Onde quer que fôssemos procurávamos livrarias e ainda arranjei uns livros que quase me fizeram ultrapassar o peso permitido.
A maior e melhor foi a que vimos em Singapura, mas em Bangkok também havia uma boa.
Foi aí que encontrei o livro de que copiei este poema:

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 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 tresh
In fullgrown thickness every May.
Last year is dead, they seem to say,
Begin afresh, afresh, afresh.

Philip Larkin
The Great Modern Poets
An Anthology of the best Poets
and Poetry since 1900
Edited by Michael Schmidt
Quercus