"Adlestrop" is a poem by Edward Thomas. It is based on a railway journey Thomas took on 24 June 1914, during which his train briefly stopped at the now-closed station in the Gloucestershire village of Adlestrop. [1]

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.

Adlestrop (/ ˈ æ d əl s t r ɒ p /) is a village and civil parish in the Cotswolds, 3 miles (5 km) east of Stow-on-the-Wold, Gloucestershire, England, on the county boundary with Oxfordshire. The River Evenlode forms the southwest boundary of the parish.

‘Adlestrop’ captures a fleeting moment of tranquility during an unexpected train stop. Through vivid imagery, Thomas paints a serene countryside scene, emphasizing the harmonious sounds of nature.

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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 …

2024年6月24日 · There is an elegiac feeling to the poem, though written only nine months afterwards and a few months after the war had started. In the poem the memory of the event seems to be triggered by the name, Adlestrop, a place only known from the brief stop.

"Adlestrop" is a poem that was first published in 1917, shortly after Thomas's death in World War I. It is a nostalgic meditation on the beauty and tranquility of the English countryside. Thomas wrote "Adlestrop" during a period of great social, political, and cultural upheaval in England.

Justly famous is the poem 'Adlestrop', which reminds us that the old steam trains were very noisy in action when they came to a halt at a country station, then you would hear for the first time the sounds of the countryside.

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,