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
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
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