Luyện nghe bài hát A Pitcher Of Summer

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

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

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

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

these, caught on film
And it to the garden floes,
The wind turning drifting to madness.

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