Adlestrop by Edward Thomas
Switching it up a bit, and introducing you to some poetry that I stumbled upon that you might want to check out, too!
Be sure to never stop being curious- you might find something really interesting and worth your time.
I was in the summer mood and wanted to read a poem about it. My snoping lead me to this beautifully simple piece- Adlestrop by Edward Thomas. I instantly fell in love and had to share with you all!
AdlestropYes. 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.
Such a lovely poem about moments of pause, small in their span but so immense in their mark. Memory is such an interesting thing, and this is a piece that explores those little pockets of pictures we keep, despite their seeming insignificance.
One part of this piece that I like in particular is the imagery. It conjures up many scenes in my mind of British summertime. Transports me into the depths of my mind, honestly. A simple I found while living in the UK was to gaze out the train windows while going somewhere. Just to watch the green countryside slide by. Rhythmic in the way it came and went with my vision. And all the rich journeys I took- experiences I would never trade for anything.
What do you think, friends?
What are some small moments of summer you hold onto?
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