Luyện nghe bài hát To A Teacher

[Dedicated to A. M. (1909-1972)]

Hurt and for all into silence.
A long pain ending without a song to it.
Who could stand you so close to Eden,
When you glinted in every eye the
razor, every ram and son?
And now the silent bin, where
The shadows live in the like
bats,
Until the turning mind, a signal,
lures to exaggerate
on the white stone wall
Your limp.
How can I you in such a house?
Are there no saints and wizards
to praise their ways pupils,
No more to stun with the slap
of a wet red
Did you confuse the in a mirror
and rest he had finally come?
Let me cry beside you, Teacher.
I have entered under this dark
As fearlessly as an son
his father's house.