A Blue Valentine Poem by Joyce Kilmer

A Blue Valentine

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(For Aline)

Monsignore,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
I respectfully salute you,
I genuflect
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, Monsignore,
Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections
On everything that she looks at,
Such as a wall
Or the moon
Or my heart.
It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,
Yet not quite like it,
For the blueness is not transparent,
Only translucent.
Her soul's light shines through,
But her soul cannot be seen.
It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise
And noble.
She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment,
Made in the manner of the Japanese.
It is very blue --
I think that her eyes have made it more blue,
Sweetly staining it
As the pressure of her body has graciously given it form.
Loving her, Monsignore,
I love all her attributes;
But I believe
That even if I did not love her
I would love the blueness of her eyes,
And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese.

Monsignore,
I have never before troubled you with a request.
The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas
are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid,
Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood,
And your brother bishop, my patron,
The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari.
But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,
Do me this favour:
When you this morning make your way
To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses
because of her who sits upon it,
When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady,
I beg you, say to her:
"Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth,
Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you
For wearing a blue gown."

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dawn Fuzan 13 May 2014

Joyce This is a good poem, keep it up

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Kim Barney 15 February 2016

Dawn, you are talking to someone who died in 1918!

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Manonton Dalan 07 December 2015

beautiful poem I like reading it

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Dorina Neculce 15 February 2016

I have never before troubled you with a request. The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid, very interesting

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Dr Antony Theodore 09 February 2019

According to a venerable and agreeable custom, That I love a beautiful lady. Her eyes, Monsignore, Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections.a fine love poem full of emotions and romance. tony

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Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 13 January 2023

Beautiful poem that extols blue colour with deep veneration - blue eyes, blue gown -the blueness reflected all around.

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Ratnakar Mandlik 09 February 2019

Blue eyes putting blue reflections. Thanks for selection as classic poem of the Day.

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Nice poem for Poem of the Day

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Edward Kofi Louis 09 February 2019

I respectfully salute you! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Tom Allport 09 February 2019

A colourful write of one who might...end up feeling very blue? Tis true!

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