Luo Zhihai Poems
|9201.||To Wang Lun (Seven Jue)||3/9/2015|
|9202.||Guest On The Smoke Billow, The Vast Mind||4/7/2016|
|9204.||Mind Of Summer Moon||12/19/2016|
|9205.||People At The Middle Age||3/30/2018|
|9206.||A Comic Book||10/26/2017|
|9207.||The Spring Equinox||3/29/2018|
|9209.||The Yellow Sky Lake||8/27/2017|
|9211.||Song Of Fort||3/18/2015|
|9213.||Cherishing High Aspirations(Sanlianti)||2/25/2015|
|9214.||With Great Care||10/3/2017|
|9216.||Bamboo, Pine And Willow||11/23/2017|
|9218.||White Poplar Flowers||3/19/2015|
|9220.||Find Your Voice||2/27/2015|
|9221.||Joy And Peace In Believing||12/26/2014|
Comments about Luo Zhihai
★ 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 ...
☆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;