Luo Zhihai Poems
|6602.||Song Of Fort||3/18/2015|
|6604.||Cherishing High Aspirations(Sanlianti)||2/25/2015|
|6607.||White Poplar Flowers||3/19/2015|
|6608.||Joy And Peace In Believing||12/26/2014|
|6609.||Find Your Voice||2/27/2015|
★ 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?Five Words of Quatrain)
Winter cold but plum bones proud
Dust remote but moon soul pure
Wind and thunder surge under the pen
Thin rain oblique on the bridge head