Li Ho of the province of Honan (not to be confused with the god Li Po of Kansu or Szechwan who made twenty thousand verses), Li Ho, whose mother said, "My son daily vomits up his heart," mounts his horse and rides to where a temple lies as lace among foliage. His youth is bargained for some poems in his saddlebag - his beard is gray. Leaning against the flank of his horse he considers the flight of birds but his hands are heavy. (Take this cup, he thinks, fill it, I want to drink again.) Deep in his throat, but perhaps it is a bird, he hears a child cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AN ANATOMY OF THE WORLD: THE FIRST ANNIVERSARY by JOHN DONNE THE TUFT OF FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST THE BALLAD OF DEAD LADIES by FRANCOIS VILLON CHORUS OF CLOUD-MAIDENS: STROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES A SONNET. LOVE'S CONTRARIETY by PHILIP AYRES |