Luyện nghe bài hát Recessional

"It's so here," she says,
"This now and this moment, now."
And I never thought I would her here:
Flannel and satin, my four transformed.
But she's at me, straight to center,
No room at all for any thought.

And I know I want this, oh, I swear I don't want this.
There's a not to want this but I forgot.

In the terminal she on my shoulder,
falling forward, mouth all askew.
Fluorescent announcements beat wings overhead:
"Passengers missing, we're for you."
And she dreams the noise, her weight against me,
pressed into the corduroy grooves.

Maybe it nothing, maybe it means nothing,
it means nothing, but I'm afraid to move.

And the they're everything and nothing.
I want to search for her in the remarks.
Who are you, taking coffee, no
Who are you, street signs?
Who are you, the stranger in the of a lover,
Dark curtains drawn by the passage of

Oh, words, rain, how sweet the sound.
"Well anyway," she says, "I'll see you around..."