Luo Zhihai Poems
|82.||Talk With Eloquence||7/11/2017|
|84.||Without Right And Wrong||7/12/2017|
|85.||A Summer Lotus Scene||7/12/2017|
|87.||A Bright Pearl||7/12/2017|
|93.||Lotuses In New Bloom||7/13/2017|
|98.||A Tiny Bit Dirty||7/13/2017|
|100.||Pure Lotus Blossoms||7/13/2017|
|103.||Singing And Dancing||7/13/2017|
|105.||Tides Of Thoughts||7/14/2017|
|107.||Secret To Send||7/14/2017|
|108.||A Bottle Scene||7/14/2017|
|114.||Noble And Unsullied||7/14/2017|
|117.||Fisherman And Woodman||7/14/2017|
|119.||The Fragrant Trail||7/14/2017|
★ 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 ...
(Two Pairs of Couplets?Seven Words of Quatrain)
Have cudgeled one's brains to see today
Stir up a fire and burn oneself, destroy future
Tall and spreading, the mountain's backbone
The sea's bosom rides the wind and billows