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In an afternoon dream, something sparked an idea in my mind,
but in waking from sleep I couldn't save the thought, though I listened intently to the corner of my heart where it died.
Sasha Fenn
SourceLicence:CC BY-ND 4.0
In an afternoon dream, something sparked an idea in my mind,
but in waking from sleep I couldn't save the thought, though I listened intently to the corner of my heart where it died.
Everyone knows the feeling of waking up with a brilliant thought still hovering, only to watch it vanish. That is the small, familiar moment the poem captures. The speaker has an idea during an afternoon dream, but when they wake, they can't hold onto it.
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