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.The name because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was late June.
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.
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3 comments:
This is a poem to read aloud...again and again. Love it, too, Ruth!
And then we think of how many of those remarkable/unremarkable moments fill our lives, just waiting to be written into poems...
You're so right, Ruth, it takes us right there, doesn't it? We see that sign and hear the bird, the quiet. Lovely.
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