Monday, January 14, 2013

I think the poems look after me

From an ex-colleague who's on a writing fellowship in the US:

"This is the outside of the house that my hosts, City of Asylum, Pittsburgh have given me to live while I am here. The walls are covered with the poems of an exiled Chinese poet who lived in the house for a few years. Sometimes when i open the door I find a tourist taking pictures. I love this house. I think the poems look after me and keep me warm on really cold days."

This made me cry.

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