Poems begining by I
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It's Dark in Here
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I am writing these poems
From inside a lion,
And it's rather dark in here.
So please excuse the handwriting
In The Train
© Sara Teasdale
Fields beneath a quilt of snow
From which the rocks and stubble sleep,
And in the west a shy white star
That shivers as it wakes from deep.
If I Had Loved You More
© Aline Murray Kilmer
IF I had loved you more God would have had pity;
He would never have left me here in this desolate place,
Left me to go on my knees to the door of Heaven
Crying in vain for a little sight of your face.
I Heard Immanuel Singing
© Vachel Lindsay
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.)
I heard Immanuel singing
Within his own good lands,
I saw him bend above his harp.
I Went Down into the Desert
© Vachel Lindsay
I went down into the desert
To meet Elijah
Arisen from the dead.
I thought to. find him in an echoing cave;
For so my dream had said.
In Memory Of John Greenleaf Whittier
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
December 17, l807 - September 7, 1892
THOU, too, hast left us. While with heads bowed low,
And sorrowing hearts, we mourned our summer's dead,
The flying season bent its Parthian bow,
And yet again our mingling tears were shed.
In Praise of Songs that Die
© Vachel Lindsay
AFTER HAVING READ A GREAT DEAL OF GOOD CURRENT POETRY IN THE MAGAZINES AND NEWSPAPERS
Ah, they are passing, passing by,
Wonderful songs, but born to die!
Cries from the infinite human seas,
In MemoriamRev. J. J. Lyons
© Emma Lazarus
ROSH-HASHANAH, 5638.
The golden harvest-tide is here, the corn
Incense
© Vachel Lindsay
Think not that incense-smoke has had its day.
My friends, the incense-time has but begun.
Creed upon creed, cult upon cult shall bloom,
Shrine after shrine grow gray beneath the sun.
Injuries from those to whom Thou hast been Kind
© Theocritus
See the result of my favours!
It is like rearing wolf-whelps or dogs --
To rend you for your pains.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 6.
© Alfred Tennyson
O mother, praying God will save
Thy sailor,-while thy head is bow'd,
His heavy-shotted hammock-shroud
Drops in his vast and wandering grave.
In Memory of a Child
© Vachel Lindsay
The angels guide him now,
And watch his curly head,
And lead him in their games,
The little boy we led.
Inscription For The Tomb Of Mr. Hamilton
© William Cowper
Pause here, and think; a monitory rhyme
Demands one moment of thy fleeting time.
Consult life's silent clock, thy bounding vein;
Seems it to say --"Health here has long to reign?"
I Asked A Thief To Steal Me A Peach
© William Blake
I asked a thief to steal me a peach:
He turn'd up his eyes.
I ask'd a lithe lady to lie her down:
Holy and meek she cries.
I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day.
What hours, O what black hours we have spent
This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went!
And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
In The Harbour: From The French
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Will ever the dear days come back again,
Those days of June, when lilacs were in bloom,
