text_original: From my first glance at my mother I discerned the light of death upon her countenance. I fell upon my knees beside the bed and, burying my face in the sheets, sobbed convulsively. She died with the fingers of her left hand entwined in my hair.
text_transcription: FROM MY FIRST GLANCE AT MY MOTHER I DISCERNED THE LIGHT OF DEATH UPON HER COUNTENANCE I FELL UPON MY KNEES BESIDE THE BED AND BURYING MY FACE IN THE SHEETS SOBBED CONVULSIVELY SHE DIED WITH THE FINGERS OF HER LEFT HAND ENTWINED IN MY HAIR
phonemes: fɹʌm maɪ fˈɜːst ɡlˈæns æt maɪ mˈʌðɚɹ aɪ dɪsˈɜːnd ðə lˈaɪt ʌv dˈɛθ əpˌɑːn hɜː kˈaʊntənəns. aɪ fˈɛl əpˌɑːn maɪ nˈiːz bᵻsˌaɪd ðə bˈɛd ænd, bˈɛɹiɪŋ maɪ fˈeɪs ɪnðə ʃˈiːts, sˈɑːbd kənvˈʌlsɪvli. ʃiː dˈaɪd wɪððə fˈɪŋɡɚz ʌv hɜː lˈɛft hˈænd ɛntwˈaɪnd ɪn maɪ hˈɛɹ.