Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 131,663 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

5641. Caught Off Guard, Wind And Rain Suddenly 5/11/2017
5642. The Figure Of The Beauty 5/11/2017
5643. Orthodox 5/11/2017
5644. Resolute And Decisive 5/11/2017
5645. Smelly Thorn Phoenix Son 5/11/2017
5646. Tunes Up 5/11/2017
5647. The Fengshan Mountain Scenery 5/11/2017
5648. The Hometown Road 5/11/2017
5649. A Jungle Music 5/12/2017
5650. Jade Orioles 5/12/2017
5651. Old Trees 5/12/2017
5652. History Of Wind And Clouds 5/12/2017
5653. The Palace Is Still 5/12/2017
5654. A Square Pond 5/12/2017
5655. Magnanimous 5/12/2017
5656. Love Gorgeously 5/12/2017
5657. Obsessed Love 5/12/2017
5658. A Triumphal Song 5/12/2017
5659. Bade Farewell To My Relatives 5/13/2017
5660. Family Portraits 5/13/2017
5661. Wind, Elegance And Song 5/13/2017
5662. Not Upright Female Master 5/13/2017
5663. Express Devout Feeling 5/13/2017
5664. Moonlight In The Lotus Pond 5/14/2017
5665. A Magpie Feed Its Child 5/14/2017
5666. Beautifully 5/14/2017
5667. The Pick Star Tower 5/14/2017
5668. Five Lakes 5/14/2017
5669. Many Times Of Birdsongs 5/14/2017
5670. Ruthless 5/15/2017
5671. One Hundred Flowers In Clusters 5/15/2017
5672. Two Eyes Of Autumn Water 5/15/2017
5673. Smoke Of Wolves' Dung 5/15/2017
5674. Pulmonary Dryness 5/15/2017
5675. The Thorough-Bred Horse And The Express Train 5/15/2017
5676. The Ship Full Rudder 5/15/2017
5677. A Smooth Road 5/15/2017
5678. Charming Eyesight 5/16/2017
5679. Slink Ink 5/16/2017
5680. Lisao's Flavor 5/16/2017
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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