Friday, June 26, 2015

Poetry Friday: Adlestrop

I shared this poem once before back in 2008. I love how specific it is, and how it places us in one unrepeatable moment.


Adlestrop 

Edward Thomas

Yes, I remember Adlestrop –
The name because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
The steam hissed. Someone cleared his throat.
No one left and no one came
On the bare platform. What I saw
Was Adlestrop – only the name

And willows, willow-herb, and grass,
And meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than the high cloudlets in the sky.

And for that minute a blackbird sang
Close by, and round him, mistier,
Farther and farther, all the birds
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.

Here's today's roundup.

3 comments:

Tara Smith said...

This is a poem to read aloud...again and again. Love it, too, Ruth!

Mary Lee said...

And then we think of how many of those remarkable/unremarkable moments fill our lives, just waiting to be written into poems...

Linda Baie said...

You're so right, Ruth, it takes us right there, doesn't it? We see that sign and hear the bird, the quiet. Lovely.