Poems begining by I
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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 04
© Conrad Aiken
On the day when my uncle and I drove to the cemetery,
Rain rattled on the roof of the carriage;
In A New Night
© Paul Eluard
Woman Ive lived with
Woman I live with
Woman Ill live with
Always the same
I Heard You, Solemn-sweep Pipes Of The Organ
© Walt Whitman
I HEARD you, solemn-sweet pipes of the organ, as last Sunday morn I
pass'd the church;
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 09
© Conrad Aiken
This girl gave her heart to me,
And this, and this.
In Tuolumne Meadows
© Harriet Monroe
I Love to sit in the sun
And watch the foaming Lyell
Leap over its granite bed.
I love these days that run
On a burnished golden dial
With the blue sky overhead.
Internal Firesides
© Mathilde Blind
Nay, let the outer world be winter-locked;
Beside the hearth of glowing memories
I warm my life. Once more our boat is rocked,
As on a cradle by the palm-fringed Nile;
And, sharp-cut silhouettes, in single file,
Lank camels lounge against transparent skies.
In Memory of Edward Butler
© Henry Kendall
A voice of grave, deep emphasis
Is in the woods to-night;
In The Garden III: An Interior
© Edward Dowden
THE grass around my limbs is deep and sweet;
Yonder the house has lost its shadow wholly,
I'm Growing Old
© Anonymous
IM growing old t is surely so;
And yet how short it seems
Since I was but a sportive child,
Enjoying childish dreams!
Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament (excerpt)
© Alfred Tennyson
To whom the King, "Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear."
Irony
© Roderic Quinn
ALL night a great wind blew across the land,
Come fresh from wild and salty seas,
With many voices loud and low
Appealing to the sympathies
In A Portrait Gallery
© John Kenyon
In vain, Bright Girl! you bid us mark
Each charm of portrait round us thrown,
Inscription On The Monument Of A Newfoundland Dog
© George Gordon Byron
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown to glory, but upheld by birth,
"I can't feel the sunshine"
© Lesbia Harford
I can't feel the sunshine
Or see the stars aright
For thinking of her beauty
And her kisses bright.
I Would Live In Your Love
© Sara Teasdale
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,
Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;
I would empty my soul of the dreams that have gathered in me,
I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads.
Il Fait Froid
© Victor Marie Hugo
L'hiver blanchit le dur chemin
Tes jours aux méchants sont en proie.
La bise mord ta douce main ;
La haine souffle sur ta joie.
