It is a still dawn, warm for the time of the year but free from the mist
that has been a feature of recent days. From this hilltop, which watches over
the deeply wooded valley of my childhood, I can hear the rich songs of a dozen
or more blackbirds. This melodic and reverberant chorus reminds me of
‘Aldestrop’, a poem written by Edward Thomas almost a century ago.
The poem centres on a break in a railway journey, made as a train halted
at Adlestrop station in Gloucestershire in June 1914. The lines conjure up a
moment in time, delivering a strong sense of place and of the landscape within
which the station sat. While the poet does not disembark from his train during
this brief pause in his journey west, the memory of that stop is captured and
retained, to be released some years later when pencil is put to paper. Thomas
was late to poetry, his 142 poems coming in a brief two-year period before his
death in France.
The final lines of the poem link the station with the English shires and
the wider landscape within which it is located, Adlestrop becoming England. The
device used to deliver this sense of connection is that of singing blackbirds.
Noting the blackbird song that he can hear from the train, Thomas senses that
elsewhere across England, extending outwards from this single point, are other
singing blackbirds; ‘’all the birds of Oxfordshire and Gloucestershire’, linked
to one another in a great and expanding ripple of song.
This poignant poem is a favourite with anthologists and is often used to
conjure up the landscape of southern England. Aldestrop station was a victim of
Beeching’s cuts and, looking back from this modern, 21st Century world, the
poem has an elegiac quality, mourning the passing of a lost England. The chorus
of blackbird song continues, however, and if you are fortunate enough to find
yourself in the countryside on a spring morning such as this, then you can
experience the sense of connectedness that comes from picking out the
individual blackbirds who sing at each other from across the landscape. Despite
the changes we have made to the landscape, the blackbirds continue to deliver
their song.
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