Friday, January 18, 2008

Here's a poem about trains I wanted to post last week, but only remembered the title today.

Adlestrop by 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.

I am currently enjoying the Social CDs sent to me by DsD. I am putting together my own little offering and hope to get it off to the UK in the coming weeks. Many thanks to all for sharing their musical loves.


goneforeign said...

Lovely poem, recreates that feeling of yesteryear.

TracyK said...

Ah, this poem got me my teaching job! It is lovely.