text_original: Will no one ever read a book of mine in the subway, that I may tap him on the shoulder? Do travelers never put me in their grips? Must everyone read in public the latest novel, and reserve all plays and essays for their solitary hours? At the club I shuffle to the top any periodical that contains my name, but the crowded noon buries me deep again.
text_transcription: WILL NO ONE EVER READ A BOOK OF MINE IN THE SUBWAY THAT I MAY TAP HIM ON THE SHOULDER DO TRAVELLERS NEVER PUT ME IN THEIR GRIPS MUST EVERYONE READ IN PUBLIC THE LATEST NOVEL AND RESERVE ALL PLAYS AND ESSAYS FOR THEIR SOLITARY HOURS AT THE CLUB I SHUFFLED TO THE TOP ANY PERIODICAL THAT CONTAINS MY NAME BUT THE CROWDED NOON BURIES ME DEEP AGAIN
phonemes: wɪl nˈoʊwˈʌn ˈɛvɚ ɹˈiːd ɐ bˈʊk ʌv mˈaɪn ɪnðə sˈʌbweɪ, ðæt aɪ mˈeɪ tˈæp hˌɪm ɔnðə ʃˈoʊldɚ? dˈuː tɹˈævəlɚz nˈɛvɚ pˌʊt mˌiː ɪn ðɛɹ ɡɹˈɪps? mˈʌst ˈɛvɹɪwˌʌn ɹˈiːd ɪn pˈʌblɪk ðə lˈeɪɾɪst nˈɑːvəl, ænd ɹɪzˈɜːv ˈɔːl plˈeɪz ænd ˈɛseɪz fɔːɹ ðɛɹ sˈɑːlətˌɛɹi ˈaʊɚz? æt ðə klˈʌb aɪ ʃˈʌfəl tə ðə tˈɑːp ˌɛni pˌiəɹɪˈɑːdɪkəl ðæt kəntˈeɪnz maɪ nˈeɪm, bˌʌt ðə kɹˈaʊdᵻd nˈuːn bˈɛɹiz mˌiː dˈiːp ɐɡˈɛn.