Adlestrop
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.
Commentary
Adlestrop is a village in the Cotswolds, lying just off the road between two equally charmingly-named towns - Chipping Norton and Stow-on-the-Wold. Its claim to fame, apart from today’s poem of course, is that Jane Austen was often a guest at the Rectory (her uncle was the rector), and Adlestrop Park may have been the setting for Mansfield Park.
As for the poem… it’s a little gem. It doesn’t attempt too much (always a good thing, unless you’re Milton), but what it sets out to do it does perfectly: it captures place and season to a nicety. Especially refreshing, given the weather we’ve been having lately.
— Thomas
Links
Ah, the wonders of the internet: http://www.adlestrop.org.uk/
Edward Thomas:
Poem #1032, Words
Poem #1174, No One So Much As You
Places:
Poem #3, Inversnaid – Gerard Manley Hopkins
Poem #5, Chicago – Carl Sandburg
Poem #60, Byzantium – William Butler Yeats
Poem #128, London, 1802 – William Wordsworth
Poem #235, Pennsylvania – Carl Sandburg
Poem #361, Cologne – Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Poem #1021, Matsushima – Matsuo Basho
[Afterword]
The Scrabble player in me would like to point out that ADLESTROP is a fertile source of 8-letter words: DROPLETS PETROSAL POLESTAR PROLATES ADOPTERS ASPORTED PASTORED READOPTS PORTALED PROLATED LEOPARDS TADPOLES DELATORS LEOTARDS LODESTAR. So now you know.
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Vikram Doctor · 10 March 2003
A slight side issue. Couldn’t one describe Adlestrop as a good modern example of the pastoral? And what would other examples of the modern pastoral be in prose or poetry? I recently read an article on aldaily.com which commented in passing that the traditional role of the pastoral was now being played by the food book.
Not just a bare collection of recipes of course, but all those Elzabeth David-M.F.K.Fisher take offs which blend recipes, with history, autobiography and discussion on cooking techniques. Many of them include major discussions of the place they are in, becoming with some like A Year In Provence and Bella Tuscany books as much about places as about the food you get there.
Does poetry still have a role in pastorals when Ruth Reichl and Peter Mayle have taken over?
Vikram
ruth · 13 March 2003
I love this evocative poem, and was delighted to receive it having not read it for a few years. I once read an enjoyable parody called “Not Addlestrop” but can’t find it now. Has anyone else find it or have across it?
mlynd · 28 March 2003
Hwere are two closely related versions, both by Suart Butler:
Adlestrop Part 1
Yes, I remember Adlestrop -
The name, because in 1966
The station name board was offered
Unwontedly. To Swindon, June the 6th.
The dream wished. Someone cleared his throat. No-one had heard of Adlestrop
In the Swindon Rail Museum.
England won the World Cup.
And Doctor Beeching cut his swathe
Through meadowsweet, and haycocks dry,
No whit less still and lonely fair
Than Wembley Towers in the sky.
And for that minute it was all over.
Edward Thomas killed at Arras
And again at Swindon some 50 years later.
But Geoff Hurst scored. That might last.
Adlestrop Part 2
Yes, I remember Adlestrop -
The name, because it was 1966 when
The station name board was offered
Unwontedly. To Oxford, after Swindon.
The dream wished. Someone cleaned the hall.
The sign-board saying Adlestrop
Was too big for the Art School wall.
And so it was chopped up.
And in the early 70’s
Caretakers burned the wood so dry,
The smoke no less still and lonely fair
Than route one football in the sky.
And for that minute a name-plate smoked
Close by and around mistier,
Farther and farther, a poem burned
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.
Both as evocative as the original in their own way, particularly if you are english and can remember 1966.
Martin DeMello · 17 April 2003
“And for that minute a name-plate smoked
Close by and around mistier,
Farther and farther, a poem burned
Of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire.”
That made me shiver - it is, indeed, fully as evocative as the original even without having been anywhere near England (or even anywhere near being born) in
1966. These poems reveal a lacuna in the language - they deserve neither the flippant connotations of ‘parody’ nor the mechanical ones of ‘pastiche’, yet to simply call them ‘responses’ to the original misses the fact that they follow its structure.
Jeffrey Brooks · 2 December 2003
I love this little poem, but was surprised to discover recently that it is based on an actual event (non-event?) in June or July 1914.Thomas noted the halt and the micro-occurences in his field diary. I wonder if anyone keeps a field diary now?