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 ...
The Fish Lanterns
In the cold river at the ancient ferry, the fish lanterns are bright
Sparse bells in the wild temple, dreams of the tourists are cold
Style of writing is sharp, a great article
Character is careless and bold, the true outstanding hero
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Two Pairs of Couplets ? Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai