Luyện nghe bài hát Sawdust And Diamonds

Sawdust And

From the top of the
Of the wide, stairs
Through the rest of my
Do you wait for me

a bell in my ears
There's a wide roar
a bell down the stairs
Hear it fall

Hear it forevermore

Drop a bell off of the
it out in the sea
Drowning as a rock;
And sounding

There's a in the wings
this system of strings
From the side while swing;
See the wires, the wires, the

And the
In our elbows and
us buckle as we couple in endless increase
As the audience

And the white dove
Made love, made with love:
Made with glue, and a glove, and pliers

Swings a low arc
From its perch in the
Settle
down my desire

And the I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor
Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't

Then the furthermost shake a murthering stake in
And me right down through my center
And I shouldn't say so, but I know it was then, or never

me back into a tree
Bind my buttons salt
And fill my long ears bees
please, please, please,
Love, you not!
No you not!

Then the system of strings on the tip of my wings
(cut cardboard and old magazines)
Makes me warble and rise a sparrow
And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of
A cord or two, which you and you stack in your barrow

It is terribly good to carry and chop wood
Streaked with soot, booted and wild-eyed;
As I crash the rafters
And the ropes and trail after
And the belfry burns sky-high

the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first
And in a moment of vision
Doubled with the hunger of lions
'Hold me close', the dove
Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and

I to say: why the long face?
Sparrow, perch and songs of long face
Burro, buck and bray of long face!
Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your clay
Just to lift your face

And though it may be madness, I will take to the
precious longface
And though our bones may break, and our souls separate
- why the face?
And though our bodies recoil from the of the soil
- why the long

In the trough of the
are pawing like dogs
Pitch we, and grave,
As I in my log

Then I hear a noise the hull
Seven out to sea
And it is the bell!

And it tolls - well, I believe, it tolls - for me!
It for me!

And though my wrists and my seemed so easy to break
Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very of the water
And they will recognise all the lines of your
In the face of the daughter of the of my daughter

and darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and
Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering takes
But if all just the same, then will you say my name:
Say my name in the morning, so I when the wave breaks?

I wasn't born of a whistle or from a thistle at twilight
No, I was all horns and thorns, out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
So: enough of terror
We deserve to know
And grow evermore and lighter
You have seen me through
But I could not undo desire

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, desire
Oh-oh, desire

From the top of the
Of the wide, white
Through the of my life
Do you for me there