Poems begining by I

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Instantane

© Arthur Symons

TO DONNA MARIA GALLESE

To a lady with golden hair on seeing her with flowers in winter

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I Feel That I am Free

© Owen Suffolk

To me the sky looks bluer,

And the green grass greener still,

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In A Kentish Rose Garden

© Mathilde Blind

Beside a Dial in the leafy close,
Where every bush was burning with the Rose,
With million roses falling flake by flake
Upon the lawn in fading summer snows:

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Inspiration

© Samuel Johnson

LIFE of Ages, richly poured,
Love of God, unspent and free,
Flowing in the Prophet’s word
And the People’s liberty!

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In Memoriam

© Ralph Waldo Emerson

Yet not of these I muse
In this ancestral place,
But of a kindred face
That never joy or hope shall here diffuse.

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In A Railroad Station

© Sara Teasdale

We stood in the shrill electric light,
Dumb and sick in the whirling din
We who had all of love to say
And a single second to say it in.

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In A Letter To C. P. Esq. In Imitation Of Shakspeare

© William Cowper

Trust me the meed of praise, dealt thriftily

From the nice scale of judgement, honours more

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Italy : 15. Luigi

© Samuel Rogers

Happy is he who loves companionship,
And lights on thee, Luigi.  Thee I found,
Playing at Mora on the cabin-roof
With Punchinello. -- 'Tis a game to strike

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Impromptu (V)

© Frances Anne Kemble

Whatever else I see, I still see thee,

  I shut my eyes to see nought else but thee.

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In Oblivion

© Peter McArthur

COME, friend, there's going to be a merry meeting

After the play. Our masks we'll throw aside,

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Ireland

© George Meredith

Fire in her ashes Ireland feels

And in her veins a glow of heat.

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I'm a wanderer

© Matsuo Basho

I'm a wanderer
so let that be my name –
the first winter rain

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Interior

© Padraic Colum

THE little moths are creeping
Across the cottage pane;
On the floor the chickens gather,
And they make talk and complain.

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Insolent Storm Strikes At The Skull

© Sylvia Plath

Insolent storm strikes at the skull,
assaults the sleeping citadel,
knocking the warden to his knees
in impotence, to sue for peace,

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I Am A King

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

I am a King,

Or an Emperor rather,

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In The Day's When We Are Dead

© Henry Lawson

We wrote of a world that was human
  And we wrote of blood that was red,
For a child, or a man, or a woman—
  Remember when we are dead.

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Infanta Marina

© Wallace Stevens

She made of the motions of her wrist
The grandiose gestures
Of her thought.

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It will be Summer—eventually

© Emily Dickinson

It will be Summer—eventually.
Ladies—with parasols—
Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes—
And little Girls—with Dolls—

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Inscription In A Beautiful Retreat Called Fairy Bower

© Hannah More

Airy spirits, you who love
Cooling bower, or shady grove;
Streams that murmur as they flow,
Zephyrs bland that softly blow;

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In The Rose Garden

© Edith Nesbit

RED roses bright, pink roses and white

  That bud and blossom and fall;