Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 130,553 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

5681. A Touch Of Sunset 12/6/2016
5682. A Shaking Snowy White 12/6/2016
5683. Controls 12/7/2016
5684. Two Cups Of Moonlight 12/7/2016
5685. Sparse Smoke 12/7/2016
5686. Half A Fence Of 12/7/2016
5687. A Returned Boat 12/7/2016
5688. Clear And Quiet 12/7/2016
5689. Shook The Bamboo Horse 12/8/2016
5690. Pink Cheeks 12/8/2016
5691. The Direction Of The Tailwind 12/8/2016
5692. The Karmic Ocean 12/8/2016
5693. Conveniently 12/8/2016
5694. Years Without Traces But How Can The Vicissitudes Forget Them 12/8/2016
5695. Took Off The Uniform 12/8/2016
5696. Good Drunkenness 12/8/2016
5697. The Whispers Of Wind 12/8/2016
5698. Poplar Blossom Dreams 12/9/2016
5699. Peeped Willow's Mind 12/9/2016
5700. The Small House 12/9/2016
5701. Spring Sun Warm And Love Romantic 12/9/2016
5702. The Heart Easily Old 12/9/2016
5703. Hourglass 12/9/2016
5704. Hourglass Of The Time And Lukewarm Water 12/9/2016
5705. Small Sculls 12/9/2016
5706. In A Twinkling 12/9/2016
5707. Spring Spewing 12/10/2016
5708. Beauty Charming 12/10/2016
5709. Watered Flowers 12/10/2016
5710. The Warm April 12/10/2016
5711. The Wonderful Sentences 12/10/2016
5712. A Wisp Of Worry 12/11/2016
5713. Red Paper Fragrant Gathering Ink 12/11/2016
5714. Bright Village 12/11/2016
5715. Immortal Couple 12/11/2016
5716. Setting Sun Old 12/11/2016
5717. Think Of The Motherland 12/11/2016
5718. Autumn Rain Sad, Winter Snow Lonely, The Love Hurt 12/11/2016
5719. Keep Calm 12/11/2016
5720. Homesick Sorrows 12/11/2016
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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