Poems begining by I

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If This Be All

© Anne Brontë

If friendship's solace must decay,
When other joys are gone,
And love must keep so far away,
While I go wandering on, --

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Introspective Reflection

© Ogden Nash

I would live all my life in nonchalance and insouciance
Were it not for making a living, which is rather a nouciance.

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If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit on the Midget's Lap

© Ogden Nash

"Beep-beep.
BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOBILE LOAN
You'll find a banker at Bankers Trust"
Advertisement in N.Y. Times

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I Do, I Will, I Have

© Ogden Nash

How wise I am to have instructed the butler
to instruct the first footman to instruct the second
footman to instruct the doorman to order my carriage;
I am about to volunteer a definition of marriage.

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I Didn't Go To Church Today

© Ogden Nash

I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.

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It Couldn’t Be Done

© Edgar Albert Guest


Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,

    But, he with a chuckle replied

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If What we could—were what we would

© Emily Dickinson

If What we could—were what we would—
Criterion—be small—
It is the Ultimate of Talk—
The Impotence to Tell—

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In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Until we meet again!  That is the meaning
Of the familiar words, that men repeat
  At parting in the street.
Ah yes, till then! but when death intervening
Rends us asunder, with what ceaseless pain
  We wait for the Again!

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If This Were All

© Edgar Albert Guest

If this were all of life we'll know,

 If this brief space of breath

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Ignorance

© Philip Larkin

Strange to know nothing, never to be sure
Of what is true or right or real,
But forced to qualify or so I feel,
Or Well, it does seem so:
Someone must know.

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Iva's Pantoum

© Marilyn Hacker

We pace each other for a long time.
I packed my anger with the beef jerky.
You are the baby on the mountain. I am
in a cold stream where I led you.

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Invocation

© Marilyn Hacker

This is for Elsa, also known as Liz,
an ample-bosomed gospel singer: five
discrete malignancies in one full breast.
This is for auburn Jacqueline, who is

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In Arthur's House

© William Morris

"As quoth the lion to the mouse,"
The man said; "in King Arthur's House
Men are not names of men alone,
But coffers rather of deeds done."

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Iceland First Seen

© William Morris

Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen;
Toothed rocks down the side of the firth on the east guard a weary wide lea,
And black slope the hillsides above, striped adown with their desolate green:
And a peak rises up on the west from the meeting of cloud and of sea,

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In Prison

© William Morris

Wearily, drearily,Half the day long,Flap the great bannersHigh over the stone;Strangely and eerilySounds the wind's song,Bending the banner-poles.

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Incantation

© Elinor Wylie

A white well
In a black cave;
A bright shell
In a dark wave.

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Intramuros

© Roddy Lumsden

She lies in her well-kept apartment
above the spick and span cathedral
in the heart of the walled city
above Manila Bay and she dreams

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I Am An Abolitionist

© Anonymous

I am an Abolitionist!

I glory in the name:

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Immrama

© Paul Muldoon

I, too, have trailed my father's spirit
From the mud-walled cabin behind the mountain
Where he was born and bred,
TB and scarletina,

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I Remember Galileo

© Gerald Stern

I remember Galileo describing the mind
as a piece of paper blown around by the wind,
and I loved the sight of it sticking to a tree,
or jumping into the backseat of a car,