Poems begining by I
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Inscriptions: IV: O Youths And Virgins
© Mark Akenside
O youths and virgins: o declining eld:
O pale misfortune's slaves: o ye who dwell
Invitation: to Fabullus
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
Youll dine well, in a few days, with me,
if the gods are kind to you, my dear Fabullus,
In The Bazaars of Hyderabad
© Sarojini Naidu
What do you sell O ye merchants ?
Richly your wares are displayed.
Turbans of crimson and silver,
Tunics of purple brocade,
Mirrors with panels of amber,
Daggers with handles of jade.
Inscription under the Picture of an Aged Negro-woman
© James Montgomery
Art thou a woman? - so am I; and all
That woman can be, I have been, or am;
Incantation.
© Adelaide Crapsey
O mia Luna! Porta mi fortuna!
(You must say it nine times, curtseying, and then wish.)
I wantit pleadedAll its life
© Emily Dickinson
"I want"it pleadedAll its life
I wantwas chief it said
When Skill entreated itthe last
And when so newly dead
In Amsterdam
© Christian Frederik Louis Leipoldt
As ek vanaand so moedersiel
Alleen hier by die vuurherd sit,
Dan borrel my geheue op,
En maak my hart en siel uit lid;
If Death Be Good
© Bliss William Carman
(Sappho LXXIV)
If death be good,
Why do the gods not die?
If life be ill,
Ironing After Midnight by Marsha Truman Cooper: American Life in Poetry #69 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet La
© Ted Kooser
This marvelous poem by the California poet Marsha Truman Cooper perfectly captures the world of ironing, complete with its intimacy. At the end, doing a job to perfection, pressing the perfect edge, establishes a reassuring order to an otherwise mundane and slightly tawdry world.
Ironing After Midnight
Invocation
© Arthur Symons
I pray to the old kindness of the Earth,
Which is a spirit moving in the world,
Inscription For A Moss-House In The Shrubbery At Weston
© William Cowper
Here, free from riot's hated noise,
Be mine, ye calmer, purer joys,
In The Land Of The Bumbley Boo
© Spike Milligan
In the land of the Bumbley Boo
The People are red white and blue,
They never blow noses,
Or ever wear closes,
What a sensible thing to do!
In Westminster Abbey
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
"The Southern Transept, hardly known by any other name but Poets' Corner"
DEAN STANLEY
I Loved Thee
© Alexander Pushkin
I loved thee; and perchance until this moment
Within my breast is smouldering still the fire!
Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal,
Nothing shall rouse again the old desire!
"I cant prevent myself from singing"
© Thibaut de Champagne
Mercy, my lady, who knows all things!
All goodness and everything worth having
Are yours: more than any woman living.
Help me, now, it is in your giving!
In Memory Of The Unknown Poet, Robert Boardman Vaughn
© Donald Justice
It was his story. It would always be his story.
It followed him; it overtook him finally
The boredom, and the horror, and the glory.
II. Great God, and just! how canst Thou see
© Jeremy Taylor
Great God, and just! how canst Thou see,
Dear God, our miserie,
