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by Mary Leader
How the tenor1 warbles in April！ He thrushes， he nightingales， 0 he's a lark2. He cuts the cinquefoil air into snippets With his love's scissors in the shape of a stork3. Hear the alto's glissando， October. She drapes blue air on her love's shoulders， On his velvet4 jerkin the color of crows. Her cape5 of felt & old pearls enfolds her. How the baritone roots out in May！ His depths reach even the silence inside The worms moving level， the worms moving up， The pike plunging6 under the noisy tide. Hear the soprano's vibrato， November， Water surface trembles， cold in the troughs. She transforms blowing hedges into fences， She transforms scarlet leaves into moths 点击  收听单词发音
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