Yes, I still remember <br />The whole thing in a way; <br />Edge and exactitude <br />Depend on the day. <br /> <br />Of all that prodigious scene <br />There seems scanty loss, <br />Though mists mainly float and screen <br />Canal, spire and fosse; <br /> <br />Though commonly I fail to name <br />That once obvious Hill, <br />And where we went and whence we came <br />To be killed, or kill. <br />Those mists are spiritual <br />And luminous-obscure, <br />Evolved of countless circumstance <br />Of which I am sure; <br /> <br />Of which, at the instance <br />Of sound, smell, change and stir, <br />New-old shapes for ever <br />Intensely recur. <br /> <br />And some are sparkling, laughing, singing, <br />Young, heroic, mild; <br />And some incurable, twisted, <br />Shrieking, dumb, defiled.<br /><br />Edmund Blunden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/can-you-remember/
