Poems begining by I

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Improved Farm Land

© Carl Sandburg

Tall timber stood here once, here on a corn belt farm along the Monon.
Here the roots of a half-mile of trees dug their runners deep in the loam for a grip and a hold against wind storms.
Then the axemen came and the chips flew to the zing of steel and handle-the lank railsplitters cut the big ones first, the beeches and the oaks, then the brush.
Dynamite, wagons, and horses took the stumps-the plows sunk their teeth in-now it is first class corn land-improved property-and the hogs grunt over the fodder crops.
It would come hard now for this half mile of improved farm land along the Monon corn belt, on a piece of Grand Prairie, to remember once it had a great singing family of trees.

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In Flanders Field

© John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

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In Due Season

© John McCrae

If night should come and find me at my toil,
When all Life's day I had, tho' faintly, wrought,
And shallow furrows, cleft in stony soil
Were all my labour: Shall I count it naught

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Interpreted

© Madison Julius Cawein

What magic shall solve us the secret
  Of beauty that's born for an hour?
That gleams like the flight of an egret,
  Or burns like the scent of a flower,
  With death for a dower?

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Impromptu (IV)

© Frances Anne Kemble

Sorrow and sin, and suffering and strife,

  Have been cast in the waters of my life;

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In the Country

© William Henry Davies

This life is sweetest; in this wood
I hear no children cry for food;
I see no woman, white with care;
No man, with muscled wasting here.

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In May

© William Henry Davies

Yes, I will spend the livelong day
With Nature in this month of May;
And sit beneath the trees, and share
My bread with birds whose homes are there;

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In Spain

© Emily Lawless

YOUR sky is a hard and a dazzling blue, 

Your earth and sands are a dazzling gold, 

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Into The Twilight

© William Butler Yeats

OUT-WORN heart, in a time out-worn,

Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;

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It would never be Common—more—I said

© Emily Dickinson

It would never be Common—more—I said—
Difference—had begun—
Many a bitterness—had been—
But that old sort—was done—

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Isolation: To Marguerite

© Matthew Arnold

We were apart; yet, day by day,
I bade my heart more constant be.
I bade it keep the world away,
And grow a home for only thee;
Nor fear'd but thy love likewise grew,
Like mine, each day, more tried, more true.

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Invocation

© Ambrose Bierce

Goddess of Liberty! O thou
Whose tearless eyes behold the chain,
And look unmoved upon the slain,
Eternal peace upon thy brow,-

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It's coming—the postponeless Creature

© Emily Dickinson

It's coming—the postponeless Creature—
It gains the Block—and now—it gains the Door—
Chooses its latch, from all the other fastenings—
Enters—with a "You know Me—Sir"?

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Inscription for my little son's silver plate

© Eugene Field

When thou dost eat from off this plate,
I charge thee be thou temperate;
Unto thine elders at the board
Do thou sweet reverence accord;

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In The Firelight

© Eugene Field

The fire upon the hearth is low,
And there is stillness everywhere,
While like winged spirits, here and there,
The firelight shadows fluttering go.

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In A Wood

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Hush, 'tis thy voice!

No, but a bird upon the bough

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In Earliest Spring

© William Dean Howells

TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles,
  Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath,
Through all the moaning chimneys, and 'thwart all the hollows and
  angles
  Round the shuddering house, threatening of winter and death.

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Icicles Round A Tree In Dumfriesshire

© Ruth Padel

We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here.

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I Rose Up As My Custom Is

© Thomas Hardy

I rose up as my custom is
  On the eve of All-Souls' day,
And left my grave for an hour or so
To call on those I used to know
  Before I passed away.

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In The Harbour: A Quiet Life. (From The French)

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Let him who will, by force or fraud innate,

  Of courtly grandeurs gain the slippery height;