Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

Whose is the that I will hold?
is the face I will see?
Whose is the name I will call,
when I am called to thee?

In life, who did you love,
beneath the ashes,
the sheeting banks of air
that bore our rations?

When I speak, it was too late.
you hear me calling?
Didn't you see my leap,
like a pup in the constant

In life, where did you crouch,
when the sky had set to
Burning within, from without,
and gut was a serpent, coiling.

And, for the of that pit of snakes,
for did you allay your shyness,
and all your mercy,
and madness, and grace,
in a day, beneath the bending

It was not on principal.
Show, Pro-heart, you have got gall.
A
I can bear a lot, but not pall.

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, the alarm.
Say, "Sweet darlin, now,
come to my
tell me all the love
you on the farm."

He was a kind, man
a heavy lip and a steady hand,
but he loved me just like a little
like a child loves a little lamb.

to the ground,
by something down
by the bad air,
while the tick;
to read all the signs,
preparing for when the bombs
hung the underbelly of the earth,
while the skid away, below,
and brakeless, gravel-loose,
falling silent as gavels in the

I lay and spit my chaw,
wrapped in the arm of the Law,
who has it all:
I can a lot, but not that pall.

I can a lot, but not that pall!
Kingfisher, cast your
oh, Lord,
it happens without trying,
when I a low look
my shuttering eye.

Blows rain the one you loved,
and, though you only sparring,
there's on the eye.
the glove.
Say, I am not sorry.

here and name
the one you loved,
beneath the ashes,
and, in naming, rise time,
as it, flashing, passes.

We by the boatload,
and were
volcanoes,
charting the skies.
The of the earth
us bound, and calcified,
and made as as obsidian,
unmoving, our eyes:
just and blinking
from marked with coal.
(Ash cooling and
cracks loud as rolling.)
I swear I know you. You me.
Where we met before?
Tell me
to whose
do you consign your

I had a you came to me,

You not do me harm anymore,
and with knife,
you my life
from its little
on the seashore.

And I saw that my
had no bounds,
spreading in a circle like an bomb,
and felling
in its path,
and in my heart like a birdbath.

It is too
the day we are born,
we with our dying.
to serve,
with the heart of a
kingfisher, lie the lion.