Luo Zhihai

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

Luo Zhihai Poems

5441. Sing At Night 6/10/2017
5442. A Fishing Old Man 6/10/2017
5443. Extraordinary 6/10/2017
5444. The Six Roots Of Sensations Are Pure And Clear 6/10/2017
5445. Duckweeds Downstream Wandering 6/10/2017
5446. Noise The Midwinter 6/10/2017
5447. Several Millenniums 6/10/2017
5448. Nonsense 6/10/2017
5449. The Drunken Eight Immortals 6/10/2017
5450. The Setting Clouds 6/10/2017
5451. A Magpie Bridge 6/10/2017
5452. The Strong Wind Song 6/10/2017
5453. Planting Bamboos To Store Up Romantic Charm 6/10/2017
5454. The Willow Lane 6/11/2017
5455. Rode A Cow 6/11/2017
5456. The Large River 6/11/2017
5457. Red Boy And Green Girl 6/11/2017
5458. Clear Sorrows 6/11/2017
5459. Suck Fragrance 6/11/2017
5460. Do As One Wishes 6/11/2017
5461. Standing Grain 6/11/2017
5462. The Summer Dream 6/11/2017
5463. Correctitude Of Bosom 6/11/2017
5464. Tea Instead Of Wine 6/12/2017
5465. Vultures 6/12/2017
5466. Have A Good, Heart-To-Heart Talk 6/12/2017
5467. Clasp Money To His Bosom 6/12/2017
5468. Prick Up Ears 6/12/2017
5469. Happiness 6/12/2017
5470. Edible Bird's Nest 6/12/2017
5471. The Music Of Night 6/12/2017
5472. White Mountain And Black Water 6/13/2017
5473. Hidden Dragons And Crouching Phoenixes 6/13/2017
5474. The Uncommon Tune 6/13/2017
5475. In Spring 6/13/2017
5476. Paper Sorrows 6/13/2017
5477. The Lotus Skirt 6/13/2017
5478. Shallow To Dream 6/13/2017
5479. All Kinds Of Flowers. 6/13/2017
5480. Sounding 6/13/2017
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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