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Isa Nutter

© Edgar Lee Masters

Doc Meyers said I had satyriasis,
And Doc Hill called it leucaemia --
But I know what brought me here:
I was sixty-four but strong as a man

If One Might Live

© Ethelwyn Wetherald

If one might live ten years among the leaves,

Tenonly tenof all a life's long day,

Integrity

© Wilcox Ella Wheeler

Immortal life is something to be earned,

By slow, self-conquest, comradeship with pain,

Imanuel Ehrenhardt

© Edgar Lee Masters

I began with Sir William Hamilton's lectures.
Then studied Dugald Stewart;
And then John Locke on the Understanding,
And then Descartes, Fichte and Schelling,

Isaiah Beethoven

© Edgar Lee Masters

They told me I had three months to live,
So I crept to Bernadotte,
And sat by the mill for hours and hours
Where the gathered waters deeply moving

Indignation Jones

© Edgar Lee Masters

You would not believe, would you
That I came from good Welsh stock?
That I was purer blooded than the white trash here?
And of more direct lineage than the New Englanders

In State

© Forceythe Willson

I.
O Keeper of the Sacred Key,
And the Great Seal of Destiny,
Whose eye is the blue canopy,
Look down upon the warring world, and tell us what the end will be.

I Hear It Was Charged Against Me

© Walt Whitman

I HEAR it was charged against me that I sought to destroy

institutions;

I Remember You As You Were

© Pablo Neruda

I remember you as you were in the last autumn.
You were the grey beret and the still heart.
In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on.
And the leaves fell in the water of your soul.

I Live, I Die, I Burn, I Drown

© Delmira Agustini

I live, I die, I burn, I drown
I endure at once chill and cold
Life is at once too soft and too hard
I have sore troubles mingled with joys

In Legationem Domini Oliveri St. John Ad Provincias Foedera

© Andrew Marvell

Ingeniosa Viris contingunt Nomina magnis,
Ut dubites Casu vel Ratione data.
Nam Sors, caeca licet, tamen est praesaga futuri;
Et sub fatidico Nomine vera premit.

I am Flying to Batam

© Sukasah Syahdan

I am flying to Batam
Island with butterflies
in my stomach

I Tore Apart My Only Love

© Sukasah Syahdan

I tore apart my only love
and am dying
an ungraceful death

I'm sending my hello
to the boy yellow
at bikini bottom

Imminent Cullings

count your blessings little
ones--they can go further
than just hush us away!

Is It Your Writing

is it your writing
or my reading it
that immures its meaning?

Ignorance and Benevolence

ignorance and benevolence
collide frequently
she asks me how

Invidious Thoughts

invidious thoughts
stabbed to death on the floor
the siesta escaped

"I Sometimes Think"

© Thomas Hardy

I sometimes think as here I sit
Of things I have done,
Which seemed in doing not unfit
To face the sun:
Yet never a soul has paused a whit
On such-not one.