Luo Zhihai

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

Luo Zhihai Poems

6321. The Old Days 8/10/2017
6322. Wrecked 8/10/2017
6323. Contain The Moon 8/10/2017
6324. The Beggars Chicken 8/10/2017
6325. The Beggars Chicken Has Enjoyed A Good Reputation Long 8/10/2017
6326. Too Obsessed To Fall In Love In The Dream 8/10/2017
6327. Haggard 8/11/2017
6328. Deliberately Making Cute 8/11/2017
6329. Go West 8/11/2017
6330. Eliminate 8/11/2017
6331. The Remote Dream 8/11/2017
6332. Shadow Of The Candle 8/11/2017
6333. Curtain Rolls Up 8/11/2017
6334. The Cup Bottom 8/11/2017
6335. Taoist Temple 8/11/2017
6336. Pot Culture 8/12/2017
6337. The Jade Ridge 8/12/2017
6338. The Autumn Pines 8/12/2017
6339. Military Camps And Trestle Bridges 8/12/2017
6340. Sunny Spring 8/12/2017
6341. A Turtle In Urn 8/12/2017
6342. Chaotic 8/13/2017
6343. Brushes Moon's Teeth 8/13/2017
6344. Willow Grove 8/13/2017
6345. A Weaving Woman 8/13/2017
6346. The Secret Fragrance 8/13/2017
6347. The Flower Rain 8/13/2017
6348. Wind Direction 8/13/2017
6349. Moisten The Pen 8/13/2017
6350. Thunder Axe 8/13/2017
6351. Make Good Deeds And Abandon Evils 8/13/2017
6352. Division Into Three Parts 8/14/2017
6353. A Writing Brush Made Of Weasel's Hair 8/14/2017
6354. Hair On The Temples 8/14/2017
6355. One String And One Column 8/14/2017
6356. Piled Up 8/14/2017
6357. Clogged 8/14/2017
6358. In The Couplets 8/14/2017
6359. Forgot Me 8/14/2017
6360. Fate Of The Dust World 8/14/2017
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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