Tuesday, October 14, 2014

You want inspiration? Here's one way.

When the evening comes
From the rice leaves at my gate
Gentle knocks are heard;
And, into my round rush-hut,
Autumn's roaring breeze makes way.

Just then a ghost appeared outside his window and recited another poem, this one by a well-known Chinese poet. (It's on the scroll you see coming out of the ghost's mouth.) I just thought it would be wonderful if a writer's inspiration came so easily.

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