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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=427705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Blue Valentine</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(For Aline) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Monsignore,<br> Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,<br>Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,<br>Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,<br>I respectfully salute you,<br>I genuflect<br>And I kiss your episcopal ring. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is not, Monsignore,<br>The fragrant memory of your holy life,<br>Nor that of your shining and joyous martyrdom,<br>Which causes me now to address you.<br>But since this is your august festival, Monsignore,<br>It seems appropriate to me to state<br>According to a venerable and agreeable custom,<br>That I love a beautiful lady.<br>Her eyes, Monsignore,<br>Are so blue that they put lovely little blue reflections<br>On everything that she looks at,<br>Such as a wall<br>Or the moon<br>Or my heart.<br>It is like the light coming through blue stained glass,<br>Yet not quite like it,<br>For the blueness is not transparent,<br>Only translucent.<br>Her soul's light shines through,<br>But her soul cannot be seen.<br>It is something elusive, whimsical, tender, wanton, infantile, wise<br>And noble.<br>She wears, Monsignore, a blue garment,<br>Made in the manner of the Japanese.<br>It is very blue --<br>I think that her eyes have made it more blue,<br>Sweetly staining it<br>As the pressure of her body has graciously given it form.<br>Loving her, Monsignore,<br>I love all her attributes;<br>But I believe<br>That even if I did not love her<br>I would love the blueness of her eyes,<br>And her blue garment, made in the manner of the Japanese. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Monsignore,<br>I have never before troubled you with a request.<br>The saints whose ears I chiefly worry with my pleas<br> are the most exquisite and maternal Brigid,<br>Gallant Saint Stephen, who puts fire in my blood,<br>And your brother bishop, my patron,<br>The generous and jovial Saint Nicholas of Bari.<br>But, of your courtesy, Monsignore,<br>Do me this favour:<br>When you this morning make your way<br>To the Ivory Throne that bursts into bloom with roses<br> because of her who sits upon it,<br>When you come to pay your devoir to Our Lady,<br>I beg you, say to her:<br>&quot;Madame, a poor poet, one of your singing servants yet on earth,<br>Has asked me to say that at this moment he is especially grateful to you<br>For wearing a blue gown.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Joyce+Kilmer">Joyce Kilmer</a><div class=q>
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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 f..."></div>
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