Luo Zhihai Poems
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★ 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 ...
Ten thousands of the spring flowers grow in the fertile soil
One wheel of the bright moon hangs in the vast sky
Westerly piles autumn sorrows strongly
Cold rain strikes shadows of the dream down continuously
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Two Pairs of Couplets ? Seven Words of Quatrain by Luo Zhihai