Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 137,102 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

4681. The Rainbow-Shaped Bridge 3/1/2017
4682. Abjection 3/1/2017
4683. The Candlelight Poetry 3/1/2017
4684. Silk Bedding 3/1/2017
4685. Life Of Happiness 3/2/2017
4686. Glutting 3/2/2017
4687. The Past, , 3/2/2017
4688. The Old House 3/2/2017
4689. Miraculous Brightness 3/2/2017
4690. The Left Of The Desk 3/2/2017
4691. To Fish The Haze 3/3/2017
4692. Lonely Sit Before The Stream To Fish The Haze 3/3/2017
4693. The Chessboard 3/3/2017
4694. Sweeping The Stone To Set The Chessboard To Ask Moon Playing 3/3/2017
4695. A Tree Of Litchi 3/3/2017
4696. Pear Blossoms Full Of The Garden, The Spring Heart Drunk 3/3/2017
4697. The People's Hearts 3/3/2017
4698. Useless 3/3/2017
4699. The Black Hair 3/3/2017
4700. Corrodes 3/3/2017
4701. Foundation Make-Up 3/3/2017
4702. Make Good Friends 3/3/2017
4703. Paper Of Rosy Cloud 3/3/2017
4704. The Maple Mountain 3/3/2017
4705. The Dutiful Son 3/3/2017
4706. Sets Up Enthusiasm 3/4/2017
4707. Deeply Enter The Smoky Clouds, People Look For The Immortal 3/4/2017
4708. A Good Wife 3/4/2017
4709. Smiling Plum 3/4/2017
4710. Playing Chess Under The Pine, Sometimes There Is Smoke And Clouds Around Left And Right 3/4/2017
4711. One Square Meter 3/4/2017
4712. To Arouse Fervor 3/4/2017
4713. A Flying Moth 3/5/2017
4714. Vie To Bow 3/5/2017
4715. The Orange Isle 3/5/2017
4716. The Fog And Dust 3/5/2017
4717. The Old Friends 3/5/2017
4718. Suitably Seek The Sweetness In The Bitter Place 3/5/2017
4719. Jade Rabbits 3/5/2017
4720. Blooming Season 3/6/2017
Best Poem of Luo Zhihai

Her Eyes

★ Her Eyes

☆ Poetry by Edwin Arlington Robinson


Up from the street and the crowds that went,
Morning and midnight, to and fro,
Still was the room where his days he spent,
And the stars were bleak, and the nights were slow.

Year after year, with his dream shut fast,
He suffered and strove till his eyes were dim,
For the love that his brushes had earned at last, -
And the whole world rang with the praise of him.

But he cloaked his triumph, and searched, instead,
Till his cheeks were sere and his hairs were gray.
'There are women ...

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A Burdock—clawed My Gown

★ A Burdock—clawed my Gown

☆by Emily Dickinson

A Burdock—clawed my Gown—
Not Burdock's—blame—
But mine—
Who went too near
The Burdock's Den—

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