Luo Zhihai Poems
★ 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 ...
The Steps Of The Moon
Fragrance of a jasmine flower full in the hand
Five kilometers of the peach blossoms charming to intoxicate people
To stop the steps of the moon, shadows of the bamboos sparse
Flute music remote to wash the dust heart
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Two Pairs of Couplets ? Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai