The last Julianus' letters

I'm sure one daySomeone will call from the plainO someone who is wrapped in the poem!Stand up!And in that dayOf all the rows and columns of the bookWorried and hastyYou'll go to watch full-length the whole!And the most tragic eventsWill come to meet youTo watch you in turnOne by one behind your black eyesThroughout my every letterI'm thinking of your featureI'm thinking of your worldI am in the midst of a sonnet slept in the soil that is very tight damp and coldAnd you are the king of your sad heart in your state of unfaithfulness!I hope your days are prosperousYour land is brightAnd your honest state O friend is much without me.Auspicious.