Luyện nghe bài hát A Pitcher Of Summer

One morning, before the leaves began
I caught a piece of summer and poured it into a

I placed in the cellar on a shelf collecting dust .
Autumn, winter, rose up from the sea, and my
was a garden filled with unbroken snow.

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

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

Like these, on film
And carried it to the floes,
The wind drifting stars to madness.

Poured forth gracefully, this tincture
Lifts winter's with coaxing aromas and electricity.
Used with vigilance, a Pitcher of Summer a memory into swooning,
And bravely, the flowers of the past will stretch limbs into the sky
While snow falls all around.