I just love this Edward Thomas poem. I think of it as a "minimalist" poem, because it's short and simple, but it's so evocative in its very simplicity.
Adlestrop
Yes, I remember Adlestrop -
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat, the express train drew up there
Unwontedly. It was 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
My copy of the poem has no full stop at the end, and I'm not sure if that's a printing error, or whether it was meant to be "left in the air." I'm guessing the latter. It's as though there ought to be more to come later. Or maybe the poet is indicating that would like to go on but somehow, everything tailed off in the mist as the train drew out of the station.
But maybe that's me just being fanciful.
