Poems begining by I
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Impromptu, In Reply To A Friend
© George Gordon Byron
When, from the heart where Sorrow sits,
Her dusky shadow mounts too high,
And o'er the changing aspect flits,
And clouds the brow, or fills the eye;
Imagination
© John Davidson
There is a dish to hold the sea,
A brazier to contain the sun,
A compass for the galaxy,
A voice to wake the dead and done!
Independence
© Aleister Crowley
Come to my arms --- is it eve? is it morn?
Is Apollo awake? Is Diana reborn?
Are the streams in full song? Do the woods whisper hush
Is it the nightingale? Is it the thrush?
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
© Emily Dickinson
It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation
But largeserene
Burned onuntil through Dissolution
It failed from Men
Impromptu
© William Charles Wentworth
BY THE PIPE MAKER ON SEEING THE ADVERTISEMENT IN THE GAZETTE
OFFERING ON THE PART OF THE OFFICERS OF THE 46 TH A REWARD OF
TWO HUNDRED POUNDS FOR THE DETECTION OF HIM
Impromtu On Ogareva
© Alexander Pushkin
Before you, silently I sway.
I feel so anxious when youre near me,
In vain, I cast a glance your way:
Im sure that I will never say,
What Im imagining so freely.
In the Wilderness
© Robert Graves
Christ of His gentleness
Thirsting and hungering,
Walked in the wilderness;
Soft words of grace He spoke
In Memoriam
© Henry Van Dyke
The record of a faith sublime,
And hope, through clouds, far-off discerned;
I Wonder What It Feels Like to be Drowned?
© Robert Graves
Look at my knees,
That island rising from the steamy seas!
The candles a tall lightship; my two hands
Are boats and barges anchored to the sands,
I Love This White And Slender Body
© Heinrich Heine
I Love this white and slender body,
These limbs that answer Love's caresses,
I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child
© Robert Graves
Children born of fairy stock
Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their hearts desire:
In Broken Images
© Robert Graves
He is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
In The Village Of My Ancestors
© Vasko Popa
Someone embraces me
Someone looks at me with the eyes of a wolf
Someone takes off his hat
So I can see him better
"In the shadow of a broken house"
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In the shadow of a broken house,
Down a deserted street,
Propt walls, cold hearths, and phantom stairs,
And the silence of dead feet
Locked wildly in one another's arms
I saw two lovers meet.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 83
© Alfred Tennyson
O thou new-year, delaying long,
Delayest the sorrow in my blood,
That longs to burst a frozen bud
And flood a fresher throat with song.
In The Deep Museum
© Anne Sexton
My God, my God, what queer corner am I in?
Didn't I die, blood running down the post,
lungs gagging for air, die there for the sin
of anyone, my sour mouth giving up the ghost?
It Is A Spring Afternoon
© Anne Sexton
Everything here is yellow and green.
Listen to its throat, its earthskin,
the bone dry voices of the peepers
as they throb like advertisements.
If Hope Grew On A Bush
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
If hope grew on a bush,
And joy grew on a tree,
