Poems begining by I
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I Will Put Chaos Into Fourteen Lines
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
I will put Chaos into fourteen lines
And keep him there; and let him thence escape
In The St. Gotthardt Pass
© Mathilde Blind
So does the face of this scarred mountain height
Relax its stony frown, while slow uprolled
Invidious mists are changed to veiling gold.
Wild peaks still fluctuate between dark and bright,
But when the sun laughs at them, as of old,
They kiss high heaven in all embracing light.
If I can stop
© 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,
It Is Good
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Eve near him,-she, too, fell asleep.
There lay they now, on earth's fair shrine,
God's two most beauteous thoughts divine.-
When this He saw, He cried:-'Tis Good!!!
And scarce could move from where He stood.
If I Were In Charge of the World
© Judith Viorst
If I were in charge of the world
I'd cancel oatmeal,
Monday mornings,
Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg.
Is That Mother
© Anonymous
Is that mother bending o'er me?
As she sang my cradle hymn?
Kneeling there in tears before me?
Say - my sight is growing dim.
Isla Mujeres
© William Matthews
The shoal we saw from the boat was fish;
it parted as I dove through, and formed
I See Thee Not
© George MacDonald
Yes, Master, when thou comest thou shalt find
A little faith on earth, if I am here!
Thou know'st how oft I turn to thee my mind.
How sad I wait until thy face appear!
Italy : 32. National Prejudices
© Samuel Rogers
'Another Assassination! This venerable City,' I ex-
claimed, 'what is it, but as it began, a nest of robbers
and murderers? We must away at sunrise, Luigi.' --
But before sunrise I had reflected a little, and in the
I Think Of You...
© Nazim Hikmet
I think of you
and I feel the scent of my mother
my mother, the most beautiful of all.
"I am no mystic. All the ways of God"
© Lesbia Harford
I am no mystic. All the ways of God
Are dark to me.
I know not if he lived or if he died
In agony.
In the spring twilight
© Sappho
In the spring twilight
the full moon is shining:
Girls take their places
as though around an altar
Interlude: Songs Out Of Sorrow
© Sara Teasdale
This is the spot where I will lie
When life has had enough of me,
These are the grasses that will blow
Above me like a living sea.
In The Land Of Dreams
© Mary Hannay Foott
To the leaf-dyed pool whence the mallards flattered,
Or ever the horses had paused to drink;
Where the word was said and the vow was uttered
That brighten for ever its weedy brink.
Inconstancy
© Abraham Cowley
FIVE years ago (says Story) I lov'd you,
For which you call me most inconstant now;
