Luo Zhihai Poems
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★ 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 ...
Good farming, in the fertile lands and the good fields, green jades grow
Cultivation gets the knack, in the lofty mountains and the steep hills, rare treasures bear
Taste tea and enjoy picture, pouring ink on the table, scattered shadows flow
A tiny piece of land an a ruler sky, flying spring on the finger, elegant music overflow
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Two Pairs of Couplets ? Eleven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai