Luo Zhihai Poems
★ 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 Righteousness Song
After people went, tea cold, so snob
Clouds disappear and rain passes, storm stop
Clear recite a music in the clear and peaceful tune
Thousand pieces of justice, the righteousness song
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Two Pairs of Couplets ? Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai