At That Moment, I Awoke

Last night, I dreamed that I went to 30th Street Station in Philadelphia to catch a train. I arrived early, and so I went into a tea room within the station and found Harold Bloom seated at a table with two other gentlemen, one of whom I knew as a former student of Bloom's. They invited me to sit down and handed me the text of a poem by a poet unknown to me. We took turns reading the poem aloud; it was heartbreaking in its beauty. When it was my turn to read, I came across a line that had an old Anglo-Saxon word in it that I could not pronounce. We all laughed at the difficulty of this word and then Professor Bloom proceeded to explain that the poet chose this particular word out of all the possible words in all the languages of the world because no other word could possibly convey the precise meaning that he intended. At that moment, I awoke.