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Memory of you is ... a blue spear of flower. I cannot remember the name of it. Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk. And they cover you.
Carl Sandburg
Memory of you is ... a blue spear of flower. I cannot remember the name of it. Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk. And they cover you.
The speaker tries to describe what a memory of a loved one feels like, and the answer comes as an image: a blue flower shaped like a spear. Right away there's a small, honest stumble. The speaker can't remember the flower's name, which suggests that memory is slippery.
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