Edward Thomas Talk

edward thomasEdward Thomas

Talk with readings by Graham Fawcett

Thursday 27 April 2017, 6.30pm

Tickets: £10 or £25 with buffet dinner to follow

Please phone Sladers Yard on 01308 459511 to book.

There is time enough and to spare for all of us. Edward Thomas wrote all his poetry in the last two years of his life. He was only 39 when he died on the battlefield in France on 9th April 1917 and yet he is one of the best-loved poets of nature and the English countryside, writing before the great war yet sounding utterly fresh and of the moment.Edward Thomas is probably most famous for his poem ‘Adlestrop’ about a small country station.

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 ThomasOur speaker, Graham Fawcett writes, ‘I was recently asked by someone whether my Edward Thomas Night would be “gloomy”, given Thomas’s ongoing fight against depression. On the contrary. His is a wonderful, yes even inspirational, story of how something uniquely stirring and beautiful and true can be expressed when the good counsel of the poets and writers one loves is listened to and made part of one’s daily bid for head-held-up survival, while the dark feelings within are being resolutely mined for their ore. His poems are the result, and they are so often full of light – the light of day, the light of transcendence – because nature is everywhere in them.’

“When first I came here I had hope,
Hope for I knew not what. Fast beat
My heart at the sight of the tall slope
Or grass and yews, as if my feet

Only by scaling its steps of chalk
Would see something no other hill
Ever disclosed . . . ”

…wrote Thomas on moving to a new home in Kent, in lines which catch his wonderful lyrical voice as a poet of nature. But might that ‘what’ and that ‘something’ also be the poetry he had discovered he could write, thanks to the prompting of Robert Frost ?

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About Sladers Yard

Sladers Yard is an art gallery and cafe in West Bay, Dorset. Our art gallery showcases contemporary British Art, Furniture and Craft whilst the licensed cafe serves fresh, locally produced homecooked food and drinks.
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