Poems begining by I
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In the desert
© Stephen Crane
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
In The Kalahari Desert
© Craig Raine
The sun rose like a tarnished
looking-glass to catch the sunand flash His hot message
at the missionaries below--Isabella and the Rev. Roger Price,
and the Helmores with a broken axleleft, two days behind, at Fever Ponds.
In Honour Of St. Alphonsus Rodriguez
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Yet God (that hews mountain and continent,
Earth, all, out; who, with trickling increment,
Veins violets and tall trees makes more and more)
Could crowd career with conquest while there went
Those years and years by of world without event
That in Majorca Alfonso watched the door.
In The Valley Of The Elwy
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
I remember a house where all were good
To me, God knows, deserving no such thing:
Comforting smell breathed at very entering,
Fetched fresh, as I suppose, off some sweet wood.
Inversnaid
© Gerard Manley Hopkins
Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.
I Wake And Feel The Fell Of Dark, Not Day
© 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.
Instans Tyrannus
© Robert Browning
Of the million or two, more or less,
I rule and possess,
One man, for some cause undefined,
Was least to my mind.
Incident Of The French Camp
© Robert Browning
I.You know, we French stormed Ratisbon:
A mile or so away,
On a little mound, Napoleon
Stood on our storming-day;
In Three Days
© Robert Browning
I.So, I shall see her in three days
And just one night, but nights are short,
Then two long hours, and that is morn.
See how I come, unchanged, unworn!
In A Gondola
© Robert Browning
The moth's kiss, first!
Kiss me as if you made believe
You were not sure, this eve,
How my face, your flower, had pursed
In No Strange Land
© Francis Thompson
O world invisible, we view thee,
O world intangible, we touch thee,
O world unknowable, we know thee,
Inapprehensible, we clutch thee!
In A Bed Of Baked Beans (Part Two)
© R.George
a soft wind through an LA window
a goddess of a promised life
transparent on the other side
begs me to follow her
It Nods and Curtseys and Recovers
© Alfred Edward Housman
It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged themselves for love.
In My Own Shire, If I Was Sad
© Alfred Edward Housman
In my own shire, if I was sad,
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
Sorrowed for the son she bore;
I Hoed and Trenched and Weeded
© Alfred Edward Housman
I hoed and trenched and weeded,
And took the flowers to fair:
I brought them home unheeded;
The hue was not the wear.
In Valleys of Springs and Rivers
© Alfred Edward Housman
"Clunton and Clunbury,
Clungunford and Clun,
Are the quietest places
Under the sun."
If By Chance Your Eye Offend You
© Alfred Edward Housman
If by chance your eye offend you,
Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:
'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you,
And many a balsam grows on ground.
