Luyện nghe bài hát The Dangling Conversation

It's a still life color
Of a now afternoon
As the sun
the curtained lace

And wash the room
And we sit and our coffee
in our indifference
Like shells upon the

You can the ocean roar
In the dangling
And the superficial
The borders of our

And you read your Dickinson
And I my Frost
And we note our place with book
That measure what we've

a poem poorly written
We are verses out of
out of rhyme
In time

And the conversation
And the sighs
Are the of our alliance

Yes, we speak of that matter
With words must be said
"Can be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater dead?"

And how the room is softly
And I only kiss your
I feel your hand
a stranger now unto me

Lost in the dangling
And the superficial
In the borders of our