Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 130,844 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

5081. The People's Hearts 3/3/2017
5082. Useless 3/3/2017
5083. The Black Hair 3/3/2017
5084. Corrodes 3/3/2017
5085. Foundation Make-Up 3/3/2017
5086. Make Good Friends 3/3/2017
5087. Paper Of Rosy Cloud 3/3/2017
5088. The Maple Mountain 3/3/2017
5089. The Dutiful Son 3/3/2017
5090. Sets Up Enthusiasm 3/4/2017
5091. Deeply Enter The Smoky Clouds, People Look For The Immortal 3/4/2017
5092. A Good Wife 3/4/2017
5093. Smiling Plum 3/4/2017
5094. Playing Chess Under The Pine, Sometimes There Is Smoke And Clouds Around Left And Right 3/4/2017
5095. One Square Meter 3/4/2017
5096. To Arouse Fervor 3/4/2017
5097. A Flying Moth 3/5/2017
5098. Vie To Bow 3/5/2017
5099. The Orange Isle 3/5/2017
5100. The Fog And Dust 3/5/2017
5101. The Old Friends 3/5/2017
5102. Suitably Seek The Sweetness In The Bitter Place 3/5/2017
5103. Jade Rabbits 3/5/2017
5104. Blooming Season 3/6/2017
5105. Play In The Lake 3/6/2017
5106. Hundreds Of Millions Of The Complain Sentiments 3/6/2017
5107. Swizzle. 3/6/2017
5108. Tourists In The Horizon 3/6/2017
5109. Attach Importance To The Friendship 3/6/2017
5110. Affairs Of Human Life Like Chess 3/6/2017
5111. Level And Oblique Tones 3/6/2017
5112. A Pink Cloud Boat 3/6/2017
5113. A Fragrant Mud 3/7/2017
5114. The Heart Like A Desire Gorge 3/7/2017
5115. Three Colors Of Fruits 3/7/2017
5116. A Drunkard 3/8/2017
5117. The Willow Waves 3/8/2017
5118. The Heaven Pool 3/8/2017
5119. Suddenly Heard 3/8/2017
5120. The True Dragon 3/8/2017
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 Book

★A Book
☆by Emily Dickinson

There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;

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