Page:Main Street and other poems, Kilmer, 1917.djvu/29

MAIN STREET AND OTHER POEMS

A BLUE VALENTINE (continued) 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. [ 23 ]