English Poetry. Edward Thomas. Adlestrop. Эдвард Томас.

Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

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. 

Edward Thomas’s other poems:

1. The Huxter
2. For These
3. The Cherry Trees
4. The Long Small Room
5. How at Once

1567

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