Poetry Pleases: Remembering
Stephen Morse wrote the following poem after a reunion of Winchester Cathedral Old Choristers Association.
First we notice that the landscape's changed,
But not the landscape we remembered;
Memory stores that landscape in our heads.
Friends and acquaintances are changed
But not how we remember them;
For far back we were boys together
Singing with untiring voices
Still remembering what we learned and loved
Sounds of our voices echoing still
Up to the vaulted heights of quire and nave.
Memory has its private lanes as well
Beginning long ago with little things,
Scanning the years which fashioned all our lives:
Each at the meeting stands with shadowed eyes,
Remembering, remembering. . . . .
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