text_original: Movement, passion of colour and pure wings, Curving to cut like knives  these are the things I search for:  passion beyond the ken Of our foiled violences, and, more swift Than any blow which man aims against time, The invulnerable, motion that shall rift All dimness with the lightning of a rhyme, Or note, or colour.
text_transcription: MOVEMENT PASSION OF COLOR AND PURE WINGS CURVING TO CUT LIKE KNIVES THESE ARE THE THINGS I SEARCH FOR PASSION BEYOND THE KEN OF OUR FOILED VIOLENCES AND MORE SWIFT THAN ANY BLOW WHICH MAN AIMS AGAINST TIME THE INVULNERABLE MOTION THAT SHALL RIFT ALL DIMNESS WITH THE LIGHTNING OF A RHYME OR NOTE OR COLOR
phonemes: mˈuːvmənt, pˈæʃən ʌv kˈʌlɚ ænd pjˈʊɹ wˈɪŋz, kˈɜːvɪŋ tə kˈʌt lˈaɪk nˈaɪvz ðiːz ɑːɹ ðə θˈɪŋz aɪ sˈɜːtʃ fɔːɹ:  pˈæʃən bᵻjˌɔnd ðə kˈɛn ʌv ˌaʊɚ fˈɔɪld vˈaɪələnsᵻz, ænd, mˈɔːɹ swˈɪft ðɐn ˌɛni blˈoʊ wˌɪtʃ mˈæn ˈeɪmz ɐɡˈɛnst tˈaɪm, ðɪ ɪnvˈʌlnɚɹəbəl, mˈoʊʃən ðæt ʃˌæl ɹˈɪft ˈɔːl dˈɪmnəs wɪððə lˈaɪtnɪŋ əvɚ ɹˈaɪm, ɔːɹ nˈoʊt, ɔːɹ kˈʌlɚ.