WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:00.660 align:middle line:90% 00:00:00.660 --> 00:00:02.820 align:middle line:90% Let me read some newer poems-- 00:00:02.820 --> 00:00:05.622 align:middle line:90% past, Collecting the Animals. 00:00:05.622 --> 00:00:07.080 align:middle line:84% I guess some of these are finished, 00:00:07.080 --> 00:00:08.580 align:middle line:84% and perhaps some of them are not. 00:00:08.580 --> 00:00:11.640 align:middle line:90% 00:00:11.640 --> 00:00:13.680 align:middle line:84% This is a poem called "The Burden of Decision." 00:00:13.680 --> 00:00:16.730 align:middle line:90% 00:00:16.730 --> 00:00:18.560 align:middle line:84% I don't quite know how to describe 00:00:18.560 --> 00:00:20.150 align:middle line:90% or set up the poem for you. 00:00:20.150 --> 00:00:23.550 align:middle line:90% 00:00:23.550 --> 00:00:30.900 align:middle line:84% Years ago, because of coercion, not willingly, I read an essay 00:00:30.900 --> 00:00:35.655 align:middle line:84% called de Senectute, an essay on old age. 00:00:35.655 --> 00:00:37.030 align:middle line:84% And I've forgotten who wrote it-- 00:00:37.030 --> 00:00:39.660 align:middle line:84% Cicero, one of those, perhaps Seneca. 00:00:39.660 --> 00:00:40.290 align:middle line:90% Who knows? 00:00:40.290 --> 00:00:42.810 align:middle line:90% 00:00:42.810 --> 00:00:46.530 align:middle line:84% But it was an essay that, in one sense, 00:00:46.530 --> 00:00:49.320 align:middle line:84% praised the virtues of growing old. 00:00:49.320 --> 00:00:51.900 align:middle line:84% It said you grew wiser and more mature, 00:00:51.900 --> 00:00:55.230 align:middle line:84% and the passions cooled down, and people respected you, 00:00:55.230 --> 00:00:59.110 align:middle line:90% and all sorts of lovely things. 00:00:59.110 --> 00:01:02.587 align:middle line:84% Well, I don't think he told too much of the truth, 00:01:02.587 --> 00:01:03.670 align:middle line:90% but it was a lovely style. 00:01:03.670 --> 00:01:06.220 align:middle line:90% 00:01:06.220 --> 00:01:08.200 align:middle line:84% And in a sense, this poem comes back 00:01:08.200 --> 00:01:09.910 align:middle line:84% to that kind of preoccupation-- how 00:01:09.910 --> 00:01:11.560 align:middle line:84% we're supposed to get older and wiser 00:01:11.560 --> 00:01:14.500 align:middle line:84% and make all the right choices and how 00:01:14.500 --> 00:01:18.713 align:middle line:84% we value that sense of decision and choice. 00:01:18.713 --> 00:01:20.380 align:middle line:84% This is called "The Burden of Decision." 00:01:20.380 --> 00:01:24.710 align:middle line:90% 00:01:24.710 --> 00:01:29.840 align:middle line:84% "Late night, with my bundle of new straws, 00:01:29.840 --> 00:01:32.510 align:middle line:84% weighing each one with my headaches, 00:01:32.510 --> 00:01:36.605 align:middle line:84% my inverted stars, my solemn pencils at their end. 00:01:36.605 --> 00:01:39.330 align:middle line:90% 00:01:39.330 --> 00:01:45.300 align:middle line:84% in this way, sorting the 'yes' and the 'no,' I arrive. 00:01:45.300 --> 00:01:49.200 align:middle line:84% My train enters a snowy region of furs. 00:01:49.200 --> 00:01:50.910 align:middle line:90% I close my eyes. 00:01:50.910 --> 00:01:54.930 align:middle line:84% The wheels slow and deepen their voices over the first bridge. 00:01:54.930 --> 00:01:57.900 align:middle line:90% 00:01:57.900 --> 00:02:02.250 align:middle line:84% It is then that one knocks and enters. 00:02:02.250 --> 00:02:08.070 align:middle line:84% A man puts down his bag and slaps dust from his coat. 00:02:08.070 --> 00:02:12.000 align:middle line:84% In silence, he crosses the room, nods, and holds out 00:02:12.000 --> 00:02:15.730 align:middle line:90% to me his two closed hands. 00:02:15.730 --> 00:02:19.540 align:middle line:84% I know him by his frayed sleeves. 00:02:19.540 --> 00:02:23.860 align:middle line:84% He knows me by the little song I start to sing, 00:02:23.860 --> 00:02:27.090 align:middle line:90% shifting from foot to foot." 00:02:27.090 --> 00:02:28.000 align:middle line:90%