For Edward Thomas

“All that I could lose
I lost. And then the child’s voice raised the dead”.

I am no stalking devotee
who haunts the houses of the great
or watches from the shy side-lines
for a poet’s ghost of such import

And yet I’ve been to Adlestrop1
but not by train, the station’s gone
only the platform name remains
of which you made phenomenon

How quiet there except for birds
that sang the counties near and far
and still it is in Gloucestershire
foot stepping through your repertoire

Reciting those fine words again
that first my childlike ears had heard
I raise you from an Arras field2
and make believe you disappeared

  1. see the poem Adlestrop ↩︎
  2. killed in the battle of Arras, when Edward Thomas’ first book of poems was going to press ↩︎

18 thoughts on “For Edward Thomas

  1. This is such a powerful poem, Laura! The image of the station that is no longer there except the platform’s name, alone, speaks volumes to the reader. Kudos ❤️❤️

  2. The spirit he captured in his words remains in the place that inspired them. I never thought of that aspect of poetry before, but it’s true. (K)

  3. Such a gentle piece. I love how you bring him close just by being in the places he once wrote about

  4. I’m fond of Thomas, especially Adlestrop, Laura, but I’ve never been there. I imagine it’s like the stations that disappeared across Norfolk; we have one not far from here that has become part of a walk along what was once railway tracks, one we like to walk. I enjoyed the gentle pace and conversational tone of your poem.

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