Poems begining by I

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I like to see it lap the Miles --

© Emily Dickinson

I like to see it lap the Miles --
And lick the Valleys up --
And stop to feed itself at Tanks --
And then -- prodigious step

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I cannot live with You --

© Emily Dickinson

I cannot live with You --
It would be Life --
And Life is over there --
Behind the Shelf

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I have a Bird in spring

© Emily Dickinson

I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing --
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears --
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.

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It was not Death, for I stood up,

© Emily Dickinson

It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down --
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.

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If those I loved were lost

© Emily Dickinson

If those I loved were lost
The Crier's voice would tell me --
If those I loved were found
The bells of Ghent would ring --

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I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,

© Emily Dickinson

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading -- treading -- till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through --

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If I should die,

© Emily Dickinson

If I should die,
And you should live --
And time should gurgle on --
And morn should beam --

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I taste a liquor never brewed

© Emily Dickinson

I taste a liquor never brewed --
From Tankards scooped in Pearl --
Not all the Vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an Alcohol!

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I died for Beauty -- but was scarce

© Emily Dickinson

I died for Beauty -- but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth, was lain
In an adjoining room --

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I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died

© Emily Dickinson

I heard a Fly buzz -- when I died --
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air --
Between the Heaves of Storm --

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I never saw a Moor --

© Emily Dickinson

I never saw a Moor --
I never saw the Sea --
Yet know I how the Heather looks
And what a Billow be.

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If I can stop one Heart from breaking

© Emily Dickinson

If I can stop one Heart from breaking
I shall not live in vain
If I can ease one Life the Aching
Or cool one Pain

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I started Early -- Took my Dog --

© Emily Dickinson

I started Early -- Took my Dog --
And visited the Sea --
The Mermaids in the Basement
Came out to look at me --

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I'm Nobody! Who are you?

© Emily Dickinson

I'm Nobody! Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody -- Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell! they'd advertise -- you know!

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Indian Boyhood

© Spike Milligan

What happened to the boy I was?
Why did he run away?
And leave me old and thinking, like
There'd been no yesterday?

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Irish Love Song

© Margaret Widdemer

Well, if the thing is over, better it is for me,
The lad was ever a rover, loving and laughing free,
Far too clever a lover not to be having still
A lass in the town and a lass by the road and a lass by the farther hill --
Love on the field and love on the path and love in the woody glen --
(Lad, will I never see you, never your face again?)

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If you should tire of loving me

© Margaret Widdemer

If you should tire of loving me
Some one of our far days,
Oh, never start to hide your heart
Or cover thought with praise.

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Inheritance—His

© Audre Lorde

Does an image of return
wealthy and triumphant
warm your chilblained fingers
as you count coins in the Manhattan snow
or is it only Linda
who dreams of home?

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In Love For Long

© Edwin Muir

I've been in love for long
With what I cannot tell
And will contrive a song
For the intangible
That has no mould or shape,
From which there's no escape.

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Ionian

© Constantine Cavafy

Just because we've torn their statues down,
and cast them from their temples,
doesn't for a moment mean the gods are dead.
Land of Ionia, they love you yet,