WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:00.810 align:middle line:90% 00:00:00.810 --> 00:00:07.320 align:middle line:84% Then a little poem that's about a poet named Li Ho. 00:00:07.320 --> 00:00:08.700 align:middle line:90% I early, very early-- 00:00:08.700 --> 00:00:11.700 align:middle line:84% I think I was in high school-- read Robert Payne's anthology 00:00:11.700 --> 00:00:13.320 align:middle line:90% called White Pony. 00:00:13.320 --> 00:00:18.000 align:middle line:84% It's a marvelous collection of Chinese poems. 00:00:18.000 --> 00:00:21.360 align:middle line:84% Most people, when I read this, think I mean Li Po 00:00:21.360 --> 00:00:23.250 align:middle line:90% but I do mean Li Ho. 00:00:23.250 --> 00:00:29.940 align:middle line:84% And I identified so strongly with this young Chinese poet 00:00:29.940 --> 00:00:34.080 align:middle line:84% of the sixth century before Christ 00:00:34.080 --> 00:00:39.790 align:middle line:84% as I was later, and fatally, to identify with Rimbaud. 00:00:39.790 --> 00:00:43.410 align:middle line:84% Nothing to mess up your life like identifying with Rimbaud. 00:00:43.410 --> 00:00:46.320 align:middle line:90% Anyway, this is called "Li Ho." 00:00:46.320 --> 00:00:51.030 align:middle line:84% "Li Ho of the province of Honan, not to be confused with 00:00:51.030 --> 00:00:55.740 align:middle line:84% the god, Li Po, of Kansu or Szechwan, 00:00:55.740 --> 00:01:01.230 align:middle line:84% who made 20,000 verses, Li Ho whose mother said, 00:01:01.230 --> 00:01:06.720 align:middle line:84% 'my son daily vomits up his heart,' mounts his horse, 00:01:06.720 --> 00:01:11.880 align:middle line:84% and rides to where a temple lies as lace among foliage. 00:01:11.880 --> 00:01:16.440 align:middle line:84% His youth is bargained for some poems in his saddle bag-- 00:01:16.440 --> 00:01:18.840 align:middle line:90% his beard is gray. 00:01:18.840 --> 00:01:21.150 align:middle line:84% Leaning against the flank of the horse, 00:01:21.150 --> 00:01:27.450 align:middle line:84% he considers the flight of birds, but his hands are heavy. 00:01:27.450 --> 00:01:34.590 align:middle line:84% Take this cup, he thinks, fill it, I want to drink again. 00:01:34.590 --> 00:01:39.810 align:middle line:84% Deep in his throat, but perhaps it is a bird, 00:01:39.810 --> 00:01:42.270 align:middle line:90% he hears a child cry." 00:01:42.270 --> 00:01:45.210 align:middle line:90% 00:01:45.210 --> 00:01:52.220 align:middle line:84% That's sort of a young man's poem, 00:01:52.220 --> 00:01:56.870 align:middle line:84% though I seem to be going, currently, in reverse in nature 00:01:56.870 --> 00:02:02.500 align:middle line:84% and becoming more of a romantic poet as I get older. 00:02:02.500 --> 00:02:03.000 align:middle line:90%