LibriVox volunteers bring you 7 recordings of Adlestrop by Edward Thomas (1878-1917). This was the Weekly Poetry project for September 20th, 2009.
http://www.archive.org/download/adlestrop_0909_librivox/adlestrop_thomas_rn_64kb.mp3″Running time=1m 12s (mp3 64kb)
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 Gloustershire.
This week’s poem can also be found here.