Luo Zhihai

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

Luo Zhihai Poems

5721. How Do I Love Thee? 5/2/2015
5722. Tears, 5/2/2015
5723. After Waking Up 5/2/2015
5724. Frontier Moon (Seven Lü) 5/2/2015
5725. Break The Willow Branch, 5/3/2015
5726. Joyful To Enter In Chang’an (Five Jue) 5/3/2015
5727. Writing An Inscription To A Neighbor 5/4/2015
5728. At The Beginning Of The Night Watching The Wedding 5/4/2015
5729. Wining And Dining In My Hometown 5/4/2015
5730. Parting From A Friend 5/5/2015
5731. Poetry Waiting On The Emperor's Feast On Boating 5/5/2015
5732. Leaving My Brother To South (Five Jue) 5/5/2015
5733. Epitaph 5/5/2015
5734. What Is Our Life 5/5/2015
5735. Wild Swans 5/5/2015
5736. Love Is Not All 5/5/2015
5737. Expressing My Emotion In Late Autumn 5/6/2015
5738. Miscellaneous Blame 5/6/2015
5739. On The Frontier 5/6/2015
5740. Young Orioles 5/6/2015
5741. Guesting (Five Lü) 5/6/2015
5742. Broadwise Fluting Music•on Chang’an Way 5/6/2015
5743. Farewell At The Capital Gate (Seven Jue) 5/7/2015
5744. Entering The Strategic Pass In Autumn 5/7/2015
5745. Missing At The Silent Night 5/7/2015
5746. Leave Cambridge Again 5/7/2015
5747. Occasionally 5/8/2015
5748. Changed And Unchanged 5/8/2015
5749. Song, 5/8/2015
5750. Light 5/8/2015
5751. Gold Is Beautiful, Blue Is Silly 5/8/2015
5752. Alone.. 5/9/2015
5753. How Can’t I Think Of Her? Please Tell Me! 5/9/2015
5754. Would See A Friend Off To Yichun (Five Lü) 5/10/2015
5755. The Wild Geese (Five Jue) 5/10/2015
5756. Overlook In The Village At Night (Five Lü) 5/10/2015
5757. The Death Of Autumn 5/10/2015
5758. What Is Life? 5/10/2015
5759. The Knight's Tomb 5/10/2015
5760. Fragment 5/10/2015
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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