Joyce Kilmer Poems
|46.||Citizen Of The World||12/31/2002|
|47.||As Winds That Blow Against A Star||12/31/2002|
|49.||Prayer Of A Soldier In France||12/31/2002|
|50.||A Blue Valentine||12/31/2002|
|51.||Ballade Of My Lady's Beauty||1/4/2003|
|53.||The House With Nobody In It||12/31/2002|
A Blue Valentine
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
And I kiss your episcopal ring.
It is not, Monsignore,
The fragrant memory of your holy life,
Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,
Which causes me now to address you.
But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,
It seems appropriate to me to state
According to a venerable and agreeable custom,
That I love a beautiful lady.
Her eyes, ...
From what old ballad, or from what rich frame
Did you descend to glorify the earth?
Was it from Chaucer's singing book you came?
Or did Watteau's small brushes give you birth?
Nothing so exquisite as that slight hand
Could Raphael or Leonardo trace.