Luyện nghe bài hát No Provenance

Allelu,
I have happy,
and lived to the tale to you.
I have slept for years,
and to find me gone.
I woke safe and in your arms.

Not of the natural law,
squatting, lordly, on a stool, in a stall,
we spun gold out of straw.
And, when our bales of
stored,
you burned me a barn.
I burned and warm in your arms.

I'm of the Big Return.
a certain conversation lost,
and that loss
with remaining,
to register who had this way,
in the night,
in the middle of the
(negating their grace and sight),
till I remember, or mark,
how we had our

We our ride,
so that was no-one home,
and the lights of
and died.
And, more,
I believe you knew it, too;
I think you saw flares,
and me safely unawares,
in arms.

The grass was tall, and strung burrs,
I essayed that sashay which,
in my mind, was my
you behind, in yours.
Anyhow, she did not neigh.
I do not
what drew our eyes to
that black mare did not stir,
till I lay down in arms.

Poor old dirty dog-size horse!--
and wheezing,
as a of course;
and wheezing,
as a of pride.
poor old nag, not four palms wide,
had waited a time,
in salt,
buckled like a ship run of the fence.
In the of the night,
she'd up,
no provenance,
bearing the of her eyes.

And you, your
'arrangement' Fate,
sadly at her lame assault
on steady old gate,
her faultlessly etiolated
the of a ghost.

And, Johnny Appleseed,
via feed,
us, who was it
that you loved the most?
Johnny Appleseed,
leave a trail that
straight down to the farm.
Lay me
safe and warm in arms.