Poems begining by I
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Idiot
© Allen Tate
The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes,
The meadow creeps implacable and still;
A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies.
One two three the cows bulge on the hill.
In Mythic Seas
© Madison Julius Cawein
'Neath saffron stars and satin skies, dark-blue,
Between dim sylvan isles, a happy two.
"I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be"
© Lesbia Harford
I'm like all lovers, wanting love to be
A very mighty thing for you and me.
In certain moods your love should be a fire
That burnt your very life up in desire.
In Him We Live
© Jones Very
Father! I bless thy name that I do live,
And in each motion am made rich with thee,
In A Letter To C. P. Esq. Ill With The Rheumatism
© William Cowper
Grant me the Muse, ye gods! whose humble flight
Seeks not the mountain-top's pernicious height:
Instead of Sitting Wrapped up in Flannel
© Thomas Love Peacock
Instead of sitting wrapped up in flannel
With rheumatism in every joint,
Italy : 52. A Farewell
© Samuel Rogers
And now farewell to Italy -- perhaps
For ever! Yet, methinks, I could not go,
I could not leave it, were it mine to say,
'Farewell for ever!' Many a courtesy,
"I came to live in Sophia Street"
© Lesbia Harford
I came to live in Sophia Street,
In a little house in Sophia Street
With an inch of floor
Between door and door
It tossedand tossed
© Emily Dickinson
It tossedand tossed
A little Brig I knewo'ertook by Blast
It spunand spun
And groped delirious, for Morn
In The Grass.
© Robert Crawford
'Tis as if I saw it all sat now in the grass, and heard
The soft warm wind in my ears like the lilt of a lonely bird;
Sat now in the grasses so saw, but said never a word.
The two of them in the wood, below me there by the rill;
If?
© Augusta Davies Webster
If I should die this night, (as well might be,
So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
And they should come at morn and look on me
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 13
© Conrad Aiken
My heart is an old house, and in that forlorn old house,
In the very centre, dark and forgotten,
"`If you were mine, if you were mine"
© Alfred Austin
`If you were mine, if you were mine,
The day would dawn, the stars would shine,
If a Tree could Wander
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws!
In The Metropolitan Museum
© Sara Teasdale
Inside the tiny Pantheon
We stood together silently,
Leaving the restless crowds awhile,
As ships find shelter from the sea.
In A Cafe
© Francis Ledwidge
Kiss the maid and pass her round,
Lips like hers were made for many.
Our loves are far from us to-night,
But these red lips are sweet as any.
I Ain't Dead Yet
© Edgar Albert Guest
Time was I used to worry and I'd sit around an' sigh,
And think with every ache I got that I was goin' to die,
"I Was A Stranger, And Ye Took Me In"
© John Greenleaf Whittier
'Neath skies that winter never knew
The air was full of light and balm,
And warm and soft the Gulf wind blew
Through orange bloom and groves of palm.
