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...DEATH'S VALLEY by WALT WHITMAN THE CASE OF SABRINA SIMPSON USCH by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PSALM 109 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE WHAT CAN A YOUNG LASSIE DO by ROBERT BURNS THE COMING OF PHOEBE by JOHN BURROUGHS |