Poems begining by I
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Independence
© Charles Churchill
Happy the bard (though few such bards we find)
Who, 'bove controlment, dares to speak his mind;
I Will Never Love Thee More
© Alaric Alexander Watts
I will never love thee more,
Though I loved thee once so well;
In lands I never sawthey say
© Emily Dickinson
In lands I never sawthey say
Immortal Alps look down
Whose Bonnets touch the firmament
Whose Sandals touch the town
In Early Spring
© Alice Meynell
O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise
In the young children's eyes.
I'll clutchand clutch
© Emily Dickinson
I'll clutchand clutch
NextOneMight be the golden touch
Could take it
DiamondsWait
I'm divingjust a little late
But starsgo slowfor night
Its good to feel you are close to me
© Pablo Neruda
Its good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.
In Cypres Springes, Wheras Dame Venus Dwelt
© Henry Howard
In Cypres springes, wheras dame Venus dwelt,
A well so hote that who so tastes the same,
"'I have come to take your place, sister"
© Anna Akhmatova
--'You've come to put me in the grave.
Where is your shovel and your spade?
You're carrying just a flute.
I'm not going to blame you,
Sadly a long time ago
My voice fell mute.
"I Am The Way"
© Alice Meynell
Thou art the Way.
Hadst Thou been nothing but the goal,
I cannot say
If Thou hadst ever met my soul.
In The Stilness O The Night
© William Barnes
Ov all the housen o' the pleäce,
There's woone where I do like to call
In Rotten Row
© William Ernest Henley
In Rotten Row a cigarette
I sat and smoked, with no regret
For all the tumult that had been.
The distances were still and green,
And streaked with shadows cool and wet.
I Caught A Little Ladybird
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I caught a little ladybird
That flies far away;
Impromptu (I)
© Frances Anne Kemble
You say you're glad I writeoh, say not so!
My fount of song, dear friend, 's a bitter well;
I had a hippopotamus
© Patrick Barrington
I had a hippopotamus; I kept him in a shed
And fed him upon vitamins and vegetable bread.
I made him my companion on many cheery walks,
And had his portrait done by a celebrity in chalks.
In September
© Roderic Quinn
IN wood-hollows mate the swallows,
On the house-tops sparrows marry;
Where's the laggard that would tarry
When the Spring is up and doing,
"I saw a flight of sparrows through the air"
© Lesbia Harford
I saw a flight of sparrows through the air.
Oh, let us rise
Out of the weaknesses of our despair
To burning skies.
In A Copy Of Omar Khayyam
© James Russell Lowell
These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred,
Each softly lucent as a rounded moon;
The diver Omar plucked them from their bed,
Fitzgerald strung them on an English thread.
Intermezzo No. 55
© Gustavo Adolfo Becquer
Often when two are parting,
Each grasps a hand as friend;
And then begins a weeping
And a sighing without end.
