text_original: I've shut my eyes in the noisy City train, and in a moment I've gathered a big bunch of the quaking grass, brown, with a tinge of purple, and the yellow stamens dangling from each little tuft.
text_transcription: I'VE SHUT MY EYES IN THE NOISY CITY TRAIN AND IN A MOMENT I'VE GATHERED A BIG BUNCH OF THE QUAKING GRASS BROWN WITH A TINGE OF PURPLE AND THE YELLOW STAMENS DANGLING FROM EACH LITTLE TUFT
phonemes: aɪv ʃˈʌt maɪ ˈaɪz ɪnðə nˈɔɪzi sˈɪɾi tɹˈeɪn, ænd ɪn ɐ mˈoʊmənt aɪv ɡˈæðɚd ɐ bˈɪɡ bˈʌntʃ ʌvðə kwˈeɪkɪŋ ɡɹˈæs, bɹˈaʊn, wɪð ɐ tˈɪndʒ ʌv pˈɜːpəl, ænd ðə jˈɛloʊ stˈeɪmɛnz dˈæŋɡəlɪŋ fɹʌm ˈiːtʃ lˈɪɾəl tˈʌft.