Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 130,952 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

5601. The Night-Blooming Cereus 5/3/2017
5602. Without Pure Land 5/3/2017
5603. Panic 5/3/2017
5604. The Summer Rhyme 5/3/2017
5605. The Fertile Field 5/3/2017
5606. The Tender Feelings 5/3/2017
5607. The Territory 5/3/2017
5608. Love Ageless 5/3/2017
5609. The Old Soup 5/4/2017
5610. The White Horse 5/4/2017
5611. The Branch Tips 5/4/2017
5612. The Romantic Mind 5/4/2017
5613. Former Residences 5/4/2017
5614. An Appeal 5/4/2017
5615. The Dream Of The Pagoda Tree 5/4/2017
5616. Small Oars. 5/4/2017
5617. Vexed Grief 5/4/2017
5618. The Immortal's Figure 5/4/2017
5619. Ancient Music 5/4/2017
5620. Master Wave's Words 5/5/2017
5621. The Deserted Village 5/5/2017
5622. The North Of The Gobi Desert. 5/5/2017
5623. Fragrance And Beauty 5/5/2017
5624. A Common Heart 5/5/2017
5625. The Smoky Island 5/6/2017
5626. Carry A Pot 5/6/2017
5627. To Write A Couplet 5/6/2017
5628. One Hundred Of Generations 5/6/2017
5629. Floating Two Cups Of Wine On The Winding Water 5/6/2017
5630. A Good Couplet 5/6/2017
5631. Arrogant 5/6/2017
5632. Drunk Lovesickness 5/6/2017
5633. The North Wind 5/6/2017
5634. After Rain Comes The Sunshine 5/7/2017
5635. Review What Has Been Learned And Learn Sth. New, Back The Warm Eyes 5/7/2017
5636. Overlapping Green 5/7/2017
5637. The Smell Of Wine 5/7/2017
5638. Leave Words Of Mouth 5/7/2017
5639. Yin And Yang 5/7/2017
5640. On The River Bank 5/7/2017
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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