Luo Zhihai

Gold Star - 140,793 Points [Luo Zhihai] (In 1954 December / Haifeng / Shanwei / Guangdong / China)

Luo Zhihai Poems

1321. Meeting A Guest In The River (Five Jue) 4/27/2015
1322. Put Up For The Night In The Yangtai Taoist Temple (Five Lü) 4/27/2015
1323. Small Pine 4/28/2015
1324. The Ancient Ballad 4/28/2015
1325. Mountain Birds 4/28/2015
1326. Hope 4/28/2015
1327. To A Husband 4/28/2015
1328. Xiangjiang Music 4/29/2015
1329. Swallow 4/29/2015
1330. Front Stream Poem 4/29/2015
1331. Go And Seek Refuge With A Bosom Friend 4/29/2015
1332. Writing An Inscription On The Bothie On The Lake (Seven Jue) 4/29/2015
1333. Hear Ring 4/29/2015
1334. In The Wild Garden (Seven Jue) 4/30/2015
1335. Autumn Title (Seven Jue) 4/30/2015
1336. Song Climbing The Youzhou Tower 5/1/2015
1337. Reed Catkins Wave 5/1/2015
1338. Break The Willow Branch 5/1/2015
1339. Variant Form Of The Preceding Poem 5/2/2015
1340. How Do I Love Thee? 5/2/2015
1341. Tears, 5/2/2015
1342. After Waking Up 5/2/2015
1343. Frontier Moon (Seven Lü) 5/2/2015
1344. Break The Willow Branch, 5/3/2015
1345. Joyful To Enter In Chang’an (Five Jue) 5/3/2015
1346. Writing An Inscription To A Neighbor 5/4/2015
1347. At The Beginning Of The Night Watching The Wedding 5/4/2015
1348. Wining And Dining In My Hometown 5/4/2015
1349. Parting From A Friend 5/5/2015
1350. Poetry Waiting On The Emperor's Feast On Boating 5/5/2015
1351. Leaving My Brother To South (Five Jue) 5/5/2015
1352. Epitaph 5/5/2015
1353. What Is Our Life 5/5/2015
1354. Wild Swans 5/5/2015
1355. Love Is Not All 5/5/2015
1356. Expressing My Emotion In Late Autumn 5/6/2015
1357. Miscellaneous Blame 5/6/2015
1358. On The Frontier 5/6/2015
1359. Young Orioles 5/6/2015
1360. Guesting (Five Lü) 5/6/2015
Best Poem of Luo Zhihai

Her Eyes

★ 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 ...

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A Book

★A Book
☆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;

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