A Valentine's Song Comments

..............excellent write...and perfect for the season ★

Stevenson appears to be a man who prefers a lusty life of drinking, adventure, and laughter- - with some pirates thrown in for excitement- - and he has chosen the perfect phrase for his predilection- - - - - - - -Keep open, at the annual feast, The puppet-booth of fun.

Love in February! Everyone is talking about love in February! February is the month of St. Valentine's Day, Which is celebrated in memory of that saint, Who sacrificed his life for the union of lovers! Every religion preaches about love for best life! Love is selfless act of empathy for others feeling Not an easy job to practise in real life in the world! So, lovers are warned against pitfalls in real life. When this is so, who can practise love in the world? One who is strong, brave, capable of standing on One's own leg only can practise love to support the Beloved through thick and thin in life till the end...! Other romantic loiterers can only send gifts, greetings And spend happy time in celebrating St. Valentine Day!

Whoever gave this effortlessly brilliant poem a six, deserves heavy starch. It is almost too convincing in its call to abandon. But the rhyming is astonishingly casual and fresh. Roll over, Stevenson, the novelist. And 'the puppet-booth of fun' is a bully refrain, indeed. Many might not catch the sub-text, here, I fear.

The flow of this beautifully crafted story poem is superb.

You, restricted by your love of freedom, missed a fair bit of irreverence, John Richter. You got to 'Wert(h) ering', but did you laugh at that, and wonder why the brackets?

A good poem but too long to read

A good poem but too long to read

I'm not a fan. It's probably not Stevenson's fault, but my own. I have little patience to listen to a thousand words when looking at the picture will suffice. This poem fails to create that picture. This is long winded and boring - and it's entire purpose to fill a form. Not only that but Scottish dialects and other language barriers make this an actual painful read for me personally. I couldn't get past the third stanza. A lesson to all - form robs emotion.

.......this poem still leaves me astonished...I like these lines.. ~I know how, day by weary day, Hope fades, love fades, a thousand pleasures fade. I have not trudged in vain that way On which life's daylight darkens, shade by shade. And still, with hopes decreasing, griefs increased, Still, with what wit I have shall I, for one, Keep open, at the annual feast, The puppet-booth of fun.~

I like the depth and comparison drawn here.....how he mocks in his style and adheres to form........

What a wonderfully written poem! Just beautiful!

one of his best poems love these lines ~Press freely up the road to truth, The King's highway of choice~

A pagan holiday, please stand back oh priest..impressive write and thank you Robert Louis Stevenson. :)

Words have a real great context of flow.

To be truthful to oneself is important, but not the only truth. One may be truthful to oneself and a liar to others. This is a heavy poem for a Valentine's celebration.

What is the use of praying inside the door when hope has faded and love too has faded? Let us be truthful to ourself first because truth certainly triumphs! Indeed freedom is outside, even if it be rustic like or songs of unrefined nature and in that state only love can really be celebrated on Valentine's time! Truly love can cherish and flourish only in freedom of the world around all!

...Such beautiful language! I want to be able to write like him! !

this poem is so cool that is really all i can say! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! this poem go hard! ! ! ! ! ! ! !