being itself no metaphor. As for the body, the capsule he imagines himself to be, how can it intervene, what interpose when the solar wind flares earthward? He goes on waiting, waiting to see.
The Midnight Scholar
works on little-known poems – 4th and 5th century Chinese
Du Tzu and Fung Xi are his speciality.
It’s extremely unlikely you’ll have heard of them.
He puts his versions on the web and corresponds with students doing PhDs
in Nairobi and the Philippines
who ask about the more obscure classical allusions. Actually
he doesn’t speak a word of Cantonese or Mandarin, but likes making notes