[a whimsical poem to celebrate the love legacy of Saint Valentine, written by Marianne Moore 63 years ago, published in The New Yorker on Feb. 13, 1960, dedicated by me to all of us who love poetry and dare to love love on Valentine’s Day 2023.]
Saint Valentine
permitted to assist you, let me see..
If those remembered by you
are to think of you and not me.
it seems to me that the momento
or compliment that you bestow
should have a name beginning with ‘V’
such as Vera, El Greco’s only
daughter (though it has never been
that he had one). Her starchy
veil, inside chiffon: the stone in her
ring, like her eyes, one hand on
her snow leopard wrap, the fur widely
dotted with black. It could be a vignette—
a replica, framed oval—
bordered by a vine or a vinelet.
Or give a mere flower, said to mean the
love of truth or truth of
love—in other words, a violet.
Verse—unabashedly bold—is appropriate;
and always it should be as neat
as the most careful writer’s ‘8,’
Any valentine that is written
Is as the vendange to the vine.
Might verse not best confuse itself with fate?
Marianne Moore
Global Justice in the 21st Century 
Man-Making Universal Education for Justice and Peace
Dr. Surya Nath Prasad – TRANSCEND Media Service
https://www.transcend.org/tms/2022/01/man-making-universal-education-for-justice-and-peace/