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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Scented Leaves from a Chinese Jar

By Allen Upward

The Windmill

THE EXQUISITE painter Ko-tsu was often reproached by an industrious friend for his fits of idleness. At last he excused himself by saying, “You are a watermill—a windmill can grind only when the wind blows.”