(Poem #1192) 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.
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.