Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 130,772 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

5041. An Appeal 5/4/2017
5042. The Dream Of The Pagoda Tree 5/4/2017
5043. Small Oars. 5/4/2017
5044. Vexed Grief 5/4/2017
5045. The Immortal's Figure 5/4/2017
5046. Ancient Music 5/4/2017
5047. Master Wave's Words 5/5/2017
5048. The Deserted Village 5/5/2017
5049. The North Of The Gobi Desert. 5/5/2017
5050. Fragrance And Beauty 5/5/2017
5051. A Common Heart 5/5/2017
5052. The Smoky Island 5/6/2017
5053. Carry A Pot 5/6/2017
5054. To Write A Couplet 5/6/2017
5055. One Hundred Of Generations 5/6/2017
5056. Floating Two Cups Of Wine On The Winding Water 5/6/2017
5057. A Good Couplet 5/6/2017
5058. Arrogant 5/6/2017
5059. Drunk Lovesickness 5/6/2017
5060. The North Wind 5/6/2017
5061. After Rain Comes The Sunshine 5/7/2017
5062. Review What Has Been Learned And Learn Sth. New, Back The Warm Eyes 5/7/2017
5063. Overlapping Green 5/7/2017
5064. The Smell Of Wine 5/7/2017
5065. Leave Words Of Mouth 5/7/2017
5066. Yin And Yang 5/7/2017
5067. On The River Bank 5/7/2017
5068. Silk Banners 5/7/2017
5069. Tides Rise And Fall 5/7/2017
5070. Take Shelter From Rain 5/8/2017
5071. The Grass On The Wall 5/8/2017
5072. The Secluded Garden 5/8/2017
5073. The Apricot Soul 5/8/2017
5074. Wild Chrysanthemums 5/8/2017
5075. The Young Dreams 5/8/2017
5076. The Fengshan Mountain 5/8/2017
5077. Officialdom Is The Natural Outlet For Good Scholars 5/8/2017
5078. Miserable And Shabby Appearance 5/8/2017
5079. The Bravery That Year 5/8/2017
5080. The Lovesick Music 5/8/2017
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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