text_original: strange, a year ago I knelt before some crimson Cardinal Who bare the Host across the Esquiline, And now—those common poppies in the wheat seem twice as fine.
text_transcription: STRANGE A YEAR AGO I KNELT BEFORE SOME CRIMSON CARDINAL WHO BARE THE HOST ACROSS THE ESQUILINE AND NOW THOSE COMMON POPPIES IN THE WHEAT SEEM TWICE AS FINE
phonemes: stɹˈeɪndʒ, ɐ jˈɪɹ ɐɡˈoʊ aɪ nˈɛlt bᵻfˌɔːɹ sˌʌm kɹˈɪmsən kˈɑːɹdɪnəl hˌuː bˈɛɹ ðə hˈoʊst əkɹˌɑːs ðɪ ˈɛskwɪlˌiːn, ænd nˈaʊ—ðoʊz kˈɑːmən pˈɑːpɪz ɪnðə wˈiːt sˈiːm twˈaɪs æz fˈaɪn.