Luo Zhihai

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

Luo Zhihai Poems

601. A Dragon Pool Of Receiving Emperor’s Order To Compose Poems (Seven Lü) 4/14/2015
602. My Sincere Heartbeats 4/14/2015
603. Passed The Three Springs Path Then Wrote A Poem 4/15/2015
604. Had A Mind To Plant Flowers 4/15/2015
605. At Night Crossed The River 4/16/2015
606. Writing An Inscription On The Western Tower Of The Wudan Temple (Five Lü) 4/16/2015
607. Climbed Mountain In September 9th And Cherished The Memory Of Shao Er (Seven Jue) 4/16/2015
608. To Liu Mengde At The Banquet 4/16/2015
609. Universe Does Everything For The Public 4/16/2015
610. One Sword Can’t Pacificate(Two Pairs Of Couplets) 4/16/2015
611. Singing A Hole Play On Aunt Wang’s Head 4/16/2015
612. Longing For Zhu Da 4/16/2015
613. Will Fete Tang Yongchang 4/16/2015
614. Bird Beauty 4/17/2015
615. Seashore 4/17/2015
616. Wrote To Tata 4/17/2015
617. Aromatic Trees 4/17/2015
618. Spring River Song 4/17/2015
619. Write An Inscription On The Hall Wall In Taiyuan (Five Jue) 4/17/2015
620. Five Goats Milk Of Jieyang 4/19/2015
621. Listening To The Oriole Chirping In Spring Dawn Of Receiving An Order To Compose Mr. Wu’s Poems 4/20/2015
622. Respond With A Poem To Elder Shi (Seven Jue) 4/20/2015
623. Spring Village 4/20/2015
624. In September 9th, Shu 4/20/2015
625. The Ancient Parting 4/20/2015
626. A Dirge 4/20/2015
627. To The Moon 4/20/2015
628. To Shelley 4/20/2015
629. The Past 4/21/2015
630. Love's Rose 4/21/2015
631. Night Rain 4/21/2015
632. Bees 4/22/2015
633. Egret (Seven Jue) 4/22/2015
634. Floating Clouds 4/22/2015
635. A Willow (Seven Jue) 4/22/2015
636. Writing Feelings (Seven Jue) 4/22/2015
637. Listen To The Pipa Lute (Seven Jue) 4/22/2015
638. Crescent 4/22/2015
639. New Cicadas (Five Jue) 4/22/2015
640. Sleep 4/23/2015
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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