Luyện nghe bài hát Kingfisher

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

In life, who did you love,
the drifting ashes,
beneath the sheeting of air
barrenly 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 this life, 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 cypress?

It was not on principal.
Show, Pro-heart, that you 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
me all about the love
you on the farm."

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

to the ground,
by something there;
by the bad air,
while the clouds
to read all the signs,
preparing for when the bombs
hung from the of the earth,
while the stars 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 seen it
I can a lot, but not that pall.

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

rain upon the one you loved,
and, though you were sparring,
blood 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:
mooning and blinking
from faces marked coal.
(Ash and shrinking
loud as thunder rolling.)
I swear I you. You know me.
Where we met before?
Tell me
to authority
do you your soul?

I had a dream you to me,

You not do me harm anymore,
and your knife,
you evicted my
its little lighthouse
on the seashore.

And I saw my blood
had no bounds,
spreading in a circle an atom bomb,
soaking and
in its path,
and welling in my like a birdbath.

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