Luyện nghe bài hát A Pitcher Of Summer

One morning, the leaves began changing
I caught a piece of summer and poured it a pitcher;

This I placed in the cellar on a shelf dust .
Autumn, then winter, up from the sea, and my
Garden was a garden filled with snow.

No strained its face to the ice giants' whisper,
No life coloured the vision of a Spring babe.
My cellar-water dripping into a

And I my piece of summer
a piece of memory or a dream

Like these, caught on
And it to the garden floes,
The wind drifting stars to madness.

Poured gracefully, this ctheric tincture
winter's coat-of-arms with coaxing aromas and electricity.
Used with vigilance, a Pitcher of stirs a memory into swooning,
And bravely, the flowers of the past will their limbs into the sky
snow falls quietly all around.