Luyện nghe bài hát Youth

All set to one side;
The Descent from Heaven,
A of memories and a seance of rhythms
my house, my head,
And the to mind.
A horse forward on suburban turf,
planted fields and streches of woods
Misty with plague.
A wretched woman, somewhere in the world,
after an improbable indulgence.
Desperadoes lie dreaming of storm, and of and debauch.
Along streams the little children sit,
their curses.
Let us turn once to our studies,
To the noise of movement
That forms and in the masses.