text_original: THE PHANTOM HORSEWOMAN I QUEER are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at the sands And the seaward haze, With moveless hands And face and gaze, Then turns to go
text_transcription: THE PHANTOM HORSE WOMAN ONE QUEER ARE THE WAYS OF A MAN I KNOW HE COMES AND STANDS IN THE CAREWORN CRAZE AND LOOKS AT THE SANDS AND THE SEAWARD HAZE WITH MOVELESS HANDS AND FACE AND GAZE THEN TURNS TO GO
phonemes: ðə fˈæntəm hˈɔːɹswʊmən aɪ kwˈɪɹ ɑːɹ ðə wˈeɪz əvə mˈæn aɪ nˈoʊ: hiː kˈʌmz ænd stˈændz ɪn ɐ kˈɛɹwɔːɹn kɹˈeɪz, ænd lˈʊks æt ðə sˈændz ænd ðə sˈiːwɚd hˈeɪz, wɪð mˈuːvləs hˈændz ænd fˈeɪs ænd ɡˈeɪz, ðˈɛn tˈɜːnz tə ɡˈoʊ