Nearer Poem by Robert Nichols

Nearer

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Nearer and ever nearer...
My body, tired but tense,
Hovers 'twixt vague pleasure
And tremulous confidence.

Arms to have and to use them
And a soul to be made
Worthy, if not worthy;
If afraid, unafraid.

To endure for a little,
To endure and have done:
Men I love about me,
Over me the sun!

And should at last suddenly
Fly the speeding death,
The four great quarters of heaven
Receive this littlle breath.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Manonton Dalan 27 January 2016

imminent death.........

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M Asim Nehal 27 January 2016

Worthy, if not worthy; If afraid, unafraid. To endure for a little, To endure and have done: Men I love about me, Over me the sun!

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