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sally_maria) wrote2011-04-17 01:01 pm
sally_maria) wrote2011-04-17 01:01 pm
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I will do an entry about the AGM
In the meantime, though, it's National Poetry month and this is one of my perfect poems for lovely sunny days like today, driving through the Cotswolds.
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
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
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I must admit that I probably don't know him as well as I ought to, but this particular poem caught my imagination, both for being such a vivid and evocative description, and because of its local connection for me. (Adlestrop is few miles this side of Moreton, well within the area I think of as close to home.)