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Detail: 'Summertime Number 9A', Jackson Pollock

| 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 |
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| Album | Points | First Place | Top Three | Last Place | Bottom Three |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| Hounds Of Love | 378 | 22 | 47 | 1 | 3 |
| Aerial | 326 | 15 | 38 | 2 | 10 |
| The Dreaming | 317 | 10 | 35 | 2 | 7 |
| The Kick Inside | 244 | 4 | 14 | 2 | 18 |
| The Sensual World | 203 | 1 | 6 | 4 | 23 |
| Never For Ever | 198 | 0 | 10 | 6 | 25 |
| The Red Shoes | 189 | 4 | 11 | 17 | 32 |
| Lionheart | 137 | 0 | 5 | 20 | 43 |