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.”
