Monday 13 February 2017

Poetry Revisited: Valentines by Virna Sheard

Valentines

(from Candle Flame: 1926)

Now little maid—with a Valentine;
     Most blythesome be and gay;
For Valentines come not—come not—
     On every working day;
And though they may, perchance on some
     Like cherry-blossoms fall.
Believe me, Sweet—there oft are those
     Who don't get one at all!

So if you got a lacy one
     With a swinging paper door,
And a precious verse behind it—
     (That's what Valentines are for),
If a darling little cupid
     With roses on his head,
Was aiming at a lonely heart,
     Most violently red—

Burn joss sticks! Oh, burn joss sticks—
     To the god of Happy Fate,
For the postman does not enter
     At everybody's gate;
And though on some, the Valentines
     Like cherry-blossoms fall—
Believe me, there are often those
     Who don't get one at all!

Virna Sheard (1865-1943)
Canadian poet and novelist

2 comments:

  1. Happy Valentine's Day Edith! I hope you got at least a couple cards.

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    1. Happy Valentine's Day to you too Judy! Actually, in my corner we don't do cards, I can't even remember ever having seen one in a shop. It's just a day of small gifts between lovers.

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