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. 


Comments : A friend introduced me to the poem today (Thanks V) and claimed that Chunabhatti station on a sunday afternoon is like Adlestrop - no one comes and no one leaves, and there're bushes and birds singing. Can't vouch for the truth of that, but I did like the poem.         - Zen

Hope; An Owner's Manual

By Barbara Kingsolver

Look, you might as well know, this thing
is going to take endless repair: rubber bands,
crazy glue, tapioca, the square of the hypotenuse.
Nineteenth century novels. Heartstrings, sunrise:
all of these are useful. Also, feathers.

To keep it humming, sometimes you have to stand
on an incline, where everything looks possible;
on the line you drew yourself. Or in
the grocery line, making faces at a toddler
secretly, over his mother's shoulder.

You might have to pop the clutch and run
past all the evidence. Past everyone who is
laughing or praying for you. Definitely you don't
want to go directly to jail, but still, here you go,
passing time, passing strange. Don't pass this up.

In the worst of times, you will have to pass it off.
Park it and fly by the seat of your pants. With nothing
in the bank, you'll still want to take the express.
Tiptoe past the dogs of the apocalypse that are sleeping
in the shade of your future. Pay at the window.
Pass your hope like a bad check.
You might still have just enough time. To make a deposit.

Comments : A friend who knows me well forwarded this to me this evening and I just loved it (Thanks S). The first paragraph was lovely - a little realism (endless repair), a little practicality (rubber bands and glue), a little science, a little magic, a little whimsy - all mixed up in this lovely concoction that brought a smile to my face. Of course I had to post this on the blog. 

:-)

Zen