Poems begining by I

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Is it true, dear Sue?

© Emily Dickinson

Is it true, dear Sue?
Are there two?
I shouldn't like to come
For fear of joggling Him!

If your Nerve, deny you

© Emily Dickinson

If your Nerve, deny you --
Go above your Nerve --
He can lean against the Grave,
If he fear to swerve --

If recollecting were forgetting,

© Emily Dickinson

If recollecting were forgetting,
Then I remember not.
And if forgetting, recollecting,
How near I had forgot.

If I shouldn't be alive

© Emily Dickinson

If I shouldn't be alive
When the Robins come,
Give the one in Red Cravat,
A Memorial crumb.

I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs --

Baptized, before, without the choice,
But this time, consciously, of Grace --
Unto supremest name --
Called to my Full -- The Crescent dropped --
Existence's whole Arc, filled up,
With one small Diadem.

I would not paint -- a picture --

© Emily Dickinson

I would not paint -- a picture --
I'd rather be the One
Its bright impossibility
To dwell -- delicious -- on --

I would distil a cup

© Emily Dickinson

I would distil a cup,
And bear to all my friends,
Drinking to her no more astir,
By beck, or burn, or moor!

I went to Heaven

© Emily Dickinson

I went to Heaven --
'Twas a small Town --
Lit -- with a Ruby --
Lathed -- with Down --

I stole them from a Bee

© Emily Dickinson

I stole them from a Bee --
Because -- Thee --
Sweet plea --
He pardoned me!

I sing to use the Waiting

© Emily Dickinson

I sing to use the Waiting
My Bonnet but to tie
And shut the Door unto my House
No more to do have I

I should not dare to leave my friend,

© Emily Dickinson

I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because -- because if he should die
While I was gone -- and I -- too late --
Should reach the Heart that wanted me --

I see thee better -- in the Dark --

© Emily Dickinson

I see thee better -- in the Dark --
I do not need a Light --
The Love of Thee -- a Prism be --
Excelling Violet --

I often passed the village

© Emily Dickinson

I often passed the village
When going home from school --
And wondered what they did there --
And why it was so still --

I never hear the word "escape"

© Emily Dickinson

I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation
A flying attitude!

I like a look of Agony,

I like a look of Agony,
Because I know it's true --
Men do not sham Convulsion,
Nor simulate, a Throe --

I hide myself within my flower,

I hide myself within my flower,
That fading from your Vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me --
Almost a loneliness.

I held a Jewel in my fingers

I held a Jewel in my fingers --
And went to sleep --
The day was warm, and winds were prosy --
I said "'Twill keep" --

I haven't told my garden yet

I haven't told my garden yet --
Lest that should conquer me.
I haven't quite the strength now
To break it to the Bee --

I felt my life with both my hands

I felt my life with both my hands
To see if it was there --
I held my spirit to the Glass,
To prove it possibler --

I can't tell you -- but you feel it

I can't tell you -- but you feel it --
Nor can you tell me --
Saints, with ravished slate and pencil
Solve our April Day!