Adlestrop Revisited E-Book

• Herausgeber: The History Press
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2009

Beschreibung

Edward Thomas never left the train that stopped briefly at a Cotswold station, Adlestrop, just before World War I, but what he saw resulted in one of the best known and loved English poems, Adlestrop. Generations of literary pilgrims have visited the village which inspired the poem, while many of today's writers have composed their own tributes to the poet and the place where, after the closure of the station, the nameboard was lovingly retained. This anthology explores Adlestrop's literary, topographical and railway associations. Anne Harvey investigates the origins of the poem: did the train really stop 'unwontedly'? Was it an express? Was Thomas travelling alone? His fascination with the railways began in boyhood and is seen in two of his little-known short stories, 'A Third-Class Carriage' and 'Death by Misadventure'. The book also examines the connection with Jane Austen, who visited her Leigh relatives at Adlestrop Park and Rectory, and there are poems from Peter Porter, Alan Brownjohn, P.J. Kavanagh, Dannie Abse and Brian Patten. A wide selection of illustrations includes facsimiles of Edward Thomas's original manuscript and notebook entries, photographs and fine wood engravings by well-known artists. This engaging anthology will appeal to all who have read and loved this classic poem.

Leseprobe

ADLESTROP

REVISITED

AN ANTHOLOGY INSPIRED BY EDWARD THOMAS’S POEM

COMPILEDAND EDITEDBY

ANNE HARVEY

First published in 1999 by Sutton Publishing Limited

Reprinted 2000

Reprinted in 2009 by

The History Press

The Mill, Brimscombe Port

Stroud, Gloucestershire, GL5 2QG

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Reprinted 2011

This ebook edition first published in 2013

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We made a number of excursions together, taking bicycles and putting up haphazard at inns – Avebury, Swindon, Malmesbury, Stroud, Westbury, Bridgwater, Selborne and other places. One of these journeys is recorded in a book he wrote, In Pursuit of Spring. . . .

As an illustration of his extraordinary talent for giving an intense significance to a single, almost momentary, experience, I recall on that occasion lying on the beach at Kilve. We had confirmed the fact that there was no weathercock on the church, and were resting in peace and almost in silence. Then he turned and bade me listen. A little melodious twitter sounded somewhere, and a tiny bird dipped and swooped between us and the sea. ‘A meadow pipit,’ he said, and the moment became unforgettable.

from Edward – a memoir by Jesse Berridge

DEDICATION

To the memory of the late Ramon Willey

who explored the poem and the place

before I did, and to Dorothy Price

‘the First Lady of Adlestrop’.

Thomas Bewick.

CONTENTS

‘ADLESTROP’

Edward Thomas

Introduction

Anne Harvey

‘THE IMAGINATIVE FRANCHISE’

John Loveday

TRAIN OF THOUGHT

Anne Harvey

‘DO YOU REMEMBER ADLESTROP?’

Norman Nicholson

‘ACTUALLY ADLESTROP?’

Monica Hoyer

‘NOT ADLESTROP’

Michael Horovitz

‘NAMES’

Julian Ennis

ADLESTROP – ONLY THE NAME

Anne Harvey

‘APPLESTROP’

Douglas Verrall

A LITERARY PILGRIM

Anne Harvey

A THIRD-CLASS CARRIAGE

Edward Thomas ‘

ADLESTROP’

B.S. Beezer

THE POEM AND THE PLACE

Sean Street

‘LOCKERBIE’

Brian Patten

‘VADSTENA’

Francis Berry

‘GOOD VIBES’

Peter Porter

ADLESTROP: AMONG THE NATION’S FAVOURITES

Anne Harvey

from ADLESTROP

Roger Frith

‘NOT ADLESTROP’

Dannie Abse

THE RAILWAY CONNECTION

Anne Harvey

‘WHATHE HEARD’

Monica Hoyer

‘THE TRAIN’

Chloe Edwards

BACK TO THE RAILWAY CARRIAGE

John Betjeman

‘SINGLETO ADLESTROP’

Monica Hoyer

THE BARE PLATFORM

Chris Turner

‘ADLESTROP REVISITED’

William Cooke

JANE AUSTEN AND ADLESTROP

Anne Harvey

‘ADLESTROP’

Hardiman Scott

ADLESTROP: THE COTTAGES AND THEIR INMATES

Anne Harvey

‘TO EDWARD THOMAS’

Diana Ellis

ADLESTROP PARK

Anne Harvey

ADLESTROP

Ralph Mann

A STROLL AROUND ADLESTROP

Gordon Ottewell

‘ADLESTROP NOW’

Alan Brownjohn

MY ADLESTROP!

Mike Sharpe

‘REMEMBERING ADLESTROP’

Herbert Lomas

FAREWELL TO ADLESTROP

A Times Correspondent

THE SEARCH FOR THE OTHER NAMEBOARD

Anne Harvey

‘THIS, THATANDTHE OTHER’

Carole Satyamurti

‘ONLY THE NAME’

Daniel Jones

DEATH BY MISADVENTURE

Edward Thomas

‘ADLESTROP’

Simon Rae

OFF THE RAILS

Peter Tory

‘ADLESTROP RETRIEVED’

Martin Newell

‘ADLESTROP REVISITED’

A.D. Melville

‘TO ADLESTROP’

Jim Turner

‘EDWARD THOMAS IN HEAVEN’

P.J. Kavanagh

Acknowledgements

Further Reading

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

James Bostock

John Wheatley

Letter to Robert Frost from Hare Hall Camp, 16 March 1916:

. . . It IS warm today. We have a day with no work (but plenty to consider) and 2 of us are left in the parlour of ‘The Shepherd and Dog’ 2 miles from camp, a public house rather like that one at Tyler’s Green or Penn. I am writing this and the other man, who is an artist, is trying to draw me. He is the man through whom I fell into disgrace. I haven’t outlived it yet. . . .

This last comment was explained in a letter to Gordon Bottomley from the camp on 11 February:

. . . I was to have been made a corporal 3 weeks ago, but I had got into trouble for reporting a man present whom I expected in ‘every minute’. The sergeant major wouldn’t hear of my promotion after that, so it may be an age, it may be only in the next war, before I wear 3 stripes & a bayonet which were naturally my one ambition.

After leaving the Artists’ Rifles, John Wheatley was later a Ministry of Information War Artist.

INTRODUCTION

In 1991 I edited Elected Friends, an anthology of poems written for and about the poet Edward Thomas, surprising myself and others that a writer once so neglected should have influenced so many poets. I realised then that one poem, ‘Adlestrop’, had been a particular inspiration.

The Edward Thomas Fellowship holds an annual seminar, and looking for a subject for 1998 ‘Adlestrop’ came to mind. The amount of material that the research yielded has led to this book.

I have gathered all that seems curious, relevant, coincidental and intriguing, which I hope will both entertain and illuminate a poem written eighty-five years ago, and continuing its journey today.

Edward Thomas was born in 1878, one of six brothers and of Welsh ancestry. The South London countryside of his childhood provided an early love of walking and wildlife. At St Paul’s School he wrote on the fly-leaf of an algebra book, ‘and in the worst possible Latin, I LIKE BIRDS MORE THAN BOOKS’. He loved books too, read widely, and published his first book, The Woodland Life, while still at Oxford. He married his childhood sweetheart, Helen Noble, in 1899 and they had three children. Although supporting his family by writing he found the nature of the work depressing – hack-work journalism, dull biographies, reviews of books that held no interest. ‘Literature, we call it in Fleet Street,’ he said ‘derived from Litter.’

The Thomas family when Edward was at St Paul’s School, c. 1894–5. From left to right: his father, Julian, Ernest, Edward, Reggie, Oscar, Dory (Theodore), and his mother.

Overwork and pressing deadlines led to a breakdown, and he suffered frequent, often severe, depression. But he underrated himself always: some of his finest prose is today being reissued to reach new readers, and he was revered as a leading critic of poetry.

There was, too, a different side to this complex man. His family and friends would remember his sense of humour; companionship; delightful, rare talk; enjoyment in games and songs. His circle of friends was wide; some feature in this book, notably the writers Gordon Bottomley, Eleanor Farjeon and Robert Frost.

Writing on Edward Thomas and ‘Adlestrop’ one is conscious of Time and Coincidence. W.H. Hudson had felt of Thomas that ‘He has taken the wrong path and is wandering lost in the vast wilderness. He is essentially a poet’; and Eleanor Farjeon, after reading his essays ‘Light and Twilight’, had asked him, tentatively, ‘Haven’t you ever written poetry, Edward?’

‘Me? I couldn’t write a poem to save my life’ came the reply.

The meeting with the American Robert Frost, over here to further his own career, happened at the right time. The rapport between them, their shared interest in poetry, brought the confidence Thomas needed. The friendship began in London and a vital phase in it was the holiday of August 1914, not long after the Adlestrop journey. Frost and Thomas were briefly, but importantly, part of the group whom the Gloucester solicitor John Haines named The Dymock Poets, linking place and poetry. Eighty-five years later some new roads in the Ledbury area would be named after Gibson, Abercrombie, Drinkwater, Brooke, Frost and Thomas.

All 144 of Edward Thomas’s poems were written in the two years following that August. ‘Adlestrop’, one of those poems, has taken on a special significance: written at the start of the war that would change England irrevocably, and in which Thomas would die . . . written about a railway station that is no longer there . . . about a Cotswold village that many discover because of the poem, although the poet himself never went there.

If I needed encouragement to pursue my idea, I had to look no further than the comments in the Visitors’ Book in the Church of St Mary Magdalene.

‘I came because of the poem. . . .’

‘Our wrong turning has turned out right.’

‘I hadn’t realised there was an Adlestrop until I read the poem. . . .’

‘I remember teaching Adlestrop. . . . I hope my pupils do!’

‘Thank you, Edward Thomas. I will remember Adlestrop.’

Anne Harvey April 1999

The Imaginative Franchise

JOHN LOVEDAY

‘ . . . the peculiar truth of poetry may have to be rendered by fictions, or by what, literally, amounts to lies . . . ‘

Michael Hamburger, The Truth of Poetry

Does it matter, whether Yeats really stood

Among schoolchildren? Lawrence’s snake

Could as easily have slithered out of his skull

As out of that fissure. Were there woods

Frost stopped his horse by, and did there fall

The ‘darkest evening’? Had Larkin a bike?

Does it have to be true? Suppose the train did not pull

Up at Adlestrop at all . . .

1986

Train of Thought

ANNE HARVEY

‘Adlestrop’ . . . a poem equally loved by railway buffs, country lovers, children and the literati. A simple 16-line poem evoking a moment that we, too, have experienced somewhere, sometime . . . a moment almost forgotten . . . nostalgic in an indefinable way. And it could simply rest there . . . except . . . my curiosity was aroused following a conversation about the poem:

It was late June, wasn’t it? 1914. . . . Does anyone know which date?

I think I read somewhere . . . the 23rd.

Oh, was it? The 23rd? . . . And the express train drew up there, didn’t it?

Unwontedly . . . odd word.

Unexpectedly.

I like ‘unwontedly’. . . . Were there express trains in 1914 . . . on the . . . which line was it?

The Paddington to Worcester . . . Great Western Railway . . . Oxford, Worcester, Wolverhampton . . . nicknamed the Old Worse and Worse . . .

And there were express trains in 1914?

Yes . . . I think so. . . . I haven’t ever seen a timetable, but . . .

So . . . was he going down to Worcester . . . or up to London? . . . And was his wife with him? Or was he alone?

Oh, alone. . . . I mean, you can tell that, can’t you . . . from the poem . . . the whole mood of it . . . and he does say ‘What I saw was Adlestrop . . .

Yes, but poets don’t always . . .

And anyway, it was June . . . still term-time. His wife . . . Helen . . . will have been looking after the children . . . and he was on his way to Robert Frost . . . up near Ledbury. . . . Helen didn’t meet the Frosts until later . . . when war began . . . August . . . she wrote about it.

And yet . . . had I read conflicting accounts of this now famous railway journey? Half-remembered anecdotes and dates were confused in my mind. ‘Yes. I remember Adlestrop, the name—because . . .’

Buried among my papers was an article by Simon Hoggart in which he told Guardian readers:

The most famous thing in Adlestrop is its station sign, the villagers have set it up in the bus shelter . . . a plaque let into a bench has the poem printed on it. There are bus shelters remembering aldermen and those who fell in world wars, but this is probably the only one which commemorates a poem. . . .

Then came this inviting paragraph:

A visit to the station provides the opportunity for a little literary detective work; trifling enough but surely adequate to keep a PhD student busy for a year or so, fresh subjects being in such short supply. . . . For a start it should be possible to work out exactly where Thomas’s compartment was when the train stopped. It seems likely that he was travelling south to London. . . .

[Except that he wasn’t!]

. . . if he had been at the southern end of the platform, by the bridge which carries the road from Stow-on-the-Wold, he could have spotted a willow . . . fifty yards to the north, he would have had an uninterrupted view of the meadows and the haycocks . . . of course, if he was too far down the line, he would not have been able to read the station sign.

A real modern literary sleuth would have discovered whether Thomas travelled first-class, which end of the train the first-class compartments were, whether there were signals on the line at this point, what type of engine was pulling the train. Perhaps Thomas was travelling in the buffet car, though one suspects that the timeless moment could have been shattered by the rustle of crisp packets. . . .

Crisp packets in 1914 . . . perhaps Hoggart was joking . . . but the time was right to get down to some serious literary . . . and railway . . . detection.

I began by sorting out the various comings and goings of Helen and Edward Thomas during May and June 1914. First, May: a friend of Eleanor Farjeon offered her an old house in Kingham, Glos., during that month. Her brother, Bertie, and Joan Thornycroft, the girl he was to marry, were to stay for a week and Edward Thomas was invited to join them. He was on holiday in Wales with his two older children, Merfyn and Bronwen, when the invitation reached him, and when he replied on 25 April they were all three . . . ‘In the train . . . on the way to Little Iddens . . .’