It’s all ordinary experience,
All ordinary images.
By chance they emerge in a dream,
Turning out infinite new patterns.
It’s all ordinary feelings,
All ordinary words.
By chance they encounter a poet,
Turning out infinite new verses.
Once intoxicated, one learns the strength of wine,
Once smitten, one learns the power of love:
You can not write my poems
Just as I cannot dream your dreams.
September 10, 1921Kai-yu Hsu
You cannot write my poems… Just as I can not dream your dreams.