"The Suitor" by Florent Willems‘My Lips Have Kissed Her’ and Other Poetry by David D. Irby The Society September 28, 2021 Beauty, Love Poems, Poetry 10 Comments . My Lips Have Kissed Her My lips have kissed her lips. Now I know why the timid sun arises with each day. I understand what moves the birds to fly and why the trees within the breezes sway. My lips have kissed her lips. I can’t deny that it has moved me to my very soul. The rules of intellect do not apply. One kiss, and I have lost all self control. My lips have kissed her lips. I must comply with wishes that my heart cannot ignore. My feelings now can surely justify that I go back and ask her lips for more. . . When Sorrow Comes When Sorrow comes to sit with me, she often brings with her the rain. And though she speaks of misery, she holds my hand to ease my pain. She’s never sanctimonious. She’s always kind as she can be. She guards my heart from loneliness, and soothes my soul to some degree. When Sorrow comes, the skies turn grey, but only for a little while. For when she’s up and on her way, she always leaves me with a smile. . . Dave D. Irby is a retired law enforcement officer and a U.S. Air Force veteran, currently living in Halifax, VA. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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When sorrow leaves, the smile arrives. Reply Sally Cook September 29, 2021 Perhaps so, David, if it is the writer smiling at Sorrow’s departure. But as you can see, the ambiguity remains. Still love the first poem, however. Cynthia Erlandson September 28, 2021 I salute you, sir, both for your good poetry and for your service to our nation. Reply Paul Freeman September 28, 2021 Deceptively simple in their form, these poems have much to say. Thanks for the reads, Dave. Reply 從 綠山 September 28, 2021 A reference to Petrarch: https://classicalpoets.org/2021/07/30/petrarchs-canzone-on-a-dream-of-laura-translated-by-margaret-coats/ Reply 從綠山 September 29, 2021 At the foot of the hill where beauty’s garment first clothed that lady with earthly members, This reveals the divine nature of Petrarch’s love. It is love for a divine being incarnate. This poem bespeaks of the same love from a human standpoint. Being in the flesh, it is semi-divine. Reply Margaret Coats September 28, 2021 These poems both start off as light love lyrics, but with the little flip the poet gives each in the last lines, they are very far from trite. Each ending reminds the reader to pay careful attention to language. For me, that meant doing a second reading right away, to make sure I appreciated each word and didn’t miss anything. I’m not quite sure what the gentleman from Green Mountain means about a reference to Petrarch. I don’t see any specific one to the canzone where the link goes. Petrarch does well express the general feeling that love changes everything, but his personal sorrow and loss of self-control seem much more complex than what David Irby expresses here. Still, Petrarch’s influence on love poetry continues to the present day, transmitted to us especially through the English sonneteers. From my point of view, Irby’s work seems more like theirs than like Petrarch’s. The simple, careful diction with a touch of humor is admirable. Reply C.B. Anderson September 30, 2021 Both of these were top-shelf, David. Reply Leave a Reply to Margaret Coats Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.