Since there's not help, come let us kiss and part;

Nay, I am done, you get no a greater amount of me;

Furthermore, I am happy, yea, happy with my entire being,

That along these lines neatly I myself can free;

Shake hands for ever, drop every one of our pledges,

Also, when we meet whenever once more,

Be it not seen in both of our temples

That we, one scribble of previous love hold.

Presently, at the last heave of affection's most recent breath,

At the point when his heartbeat coming up short, energy stunned falsehoods,

At the point when confidence is bowing by his bed of death,

What's more, blamelessness is quitting for the day eyes,

Presently, if thou woulds't, when all have given him over,

From death to life Thou might'st him yet recuperate

How Do I Love Thee?

How would I cherish thee? Give me a chance to tally the ways.

I adore thee to the profundity and expansiveness and stature

My spirit can achieve, when getting a handle on of sight

For the finishes of Being and perfect Grace.

I cherish thee to the level of consistently's

Most calm need, by sun and candlelight.

I cherish thee unreservedly, as men make progress toward Right;

I cherish thee absolutely, as they turn from Praise.

I cherish with an enthusiasm put to utilize

In my old griefs, and with my adolescence's confidence.

I cherish thee with an adoration I appeared to lose

With my lost holy people,— I cherish thee with the breath,

Grins, tears, of all my life!— and, if God pick,

I should however cherish thee better after death.

THE PREVIOUS EVENING

The previous evening, your memory stole into my heart—

as spring clears uninvited into desolate greenery enclosures,

as morning breezes revive lethargic deserts,

as a patient all of a sudden can rest easy, for no evident reason ...

WHEN YOU ARE OLD.

When you are old and dim and loaded with rest,

What's more, gesturing by the fire, bring down this book,

What's more, gradually read, and dream of the delicate look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows profound;

What number of cherished your snapshots of happy effortlessness,

What's more, adored your magnificence with adoration false or genuine,

In any case, one man adored the traveler soul in you,

What's more, adored the distresses of your evolving face;

What's more, bowing down alongside the gleaming bars,

Mumble, a little unfortunately, how Love fled

Furthermore, paced upon the mountains overhead

Furthermore, shrouded his face in the midst of a horde of stars.

MY EYES ON THE SURFACE

Your penumbra gleams with little print

in Papyrus text style, elucidations for the most part, live-

bolster passionate updates, amendments in your

shadow's edges. Your shadow is an idea

paper wrote broadcasting live, eradicated and re-composed

by everything you might do, recommendations stick-scribbled

in the sand as the following wave licks its finger

to flip the shoreline. For you, genuineness is consistent

correction: your position shifts and new

notes spool out from your feet – commentaries,

updated, an assortment of dissolving documentation

I endeavor to speed-read sufficiently quick to know you.

FIELD MARSHAL AT THE COMBAT FRONT
By Abraham Esang

The Field Marshal popped in with a brand new red beret
Down to the carcass-ripped front where the combat was;
Alongside with an affectionate General by his noble right hand
He established his path in the direction of the No man’s land,
Afterward a Resilient excellence Lieutenant General there they found,
And a Major General as well, to take them about.

Passing through the trench, their heads bow low,
In the direction of the attentive foe
They advanced through the dusk and the dust stink
Till the Lieutenant General muttered, “one-three-stance gulch!”
And the General repeated “one-three-stance gulch!”
And Field marshal responded-Not in gulch
“Okay, I notice it. “One-three-stance gulch!”

Once more they trooped with watchful pace,
Trailing on where the Lieutenant led
Across the damp and the gunk as well,
Till they popped into a different lateral.
They rested there in the slush and drench,
And the major general muttered “one-two-stance gulch!”
And the General repeated, “one-two-stance gulch!”
And Field Marshal nodded; “one-two-stance gulch!”

Still, as they went across marsh akin to *****
Till they popped into a neat and comfortable gulley
Good mimicry from airship
Where soldiers mounted their guns for firing command
And the Lieutenant General muttered “one-one-stance gulch!”
And the General repeated “one-one-stance gulch!”
And the Field Marshal muttered, “Okay, I notice.
How distant is the foe?”
And the affectionate General the Field Marshal questioned, questioned he,
“How distant is the foe?”
And the Lieutenant inhaled in a lower tune,
“How distant is the foe?”

The quietness placed in tons and piles
And the Lieutenant General whispered, “Just nowhere near.”
And the Major General whispered, “Just nowhere near.”
And the affectionate General repeated, “Just nowhere near.”
“Just nowhere near!” the Field Marshal swore,
“Why in god name are we muttering?”
And the Major General said in a gentle growl,
“Why in god name are we muttering?”
“Muttering?” the reverberation roar;
And the Lieutenant General muttered, “I am freezing.”