Poems begining by I
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I hang limp on the Creator's pen
© Boris Pasternak
Underneath are dykes' secrets; the air
From the railways is sodden and sticky,
Of the fumes of coal and night fires reeking.
But the moment night kills sunset's glare,
It turns pink itself, tinged with far flares,
And the fence stands stiff, paradox-stricken.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 02
© Conrad Aiken
I stood for a long while before the shop window
Looking at the blue butterflies embroidered on tawny silk.
It's_Got_To Be
© James Whitcomb Riley
It's _got_ to be, and it's _goin'_ to be!
So at least I always try
To kind o' say in a hearty way,--
"Well, it's _got_ to be. Good-by!"
Is There A Power That Can Sustain And Cheer
© William Wordsworth
Is there a power that can sustain and cheer
The captive chieftain, by a tyrant's doom,
Forced to descend into his destined tomb--
A dungeon dark! where he must waste the year,
In Seditionem Horrendam, Corruptelis Gallicus Ut Fertue, Londini Nuper Exortam
© William Cowper
Perfida, crudelis, victa et lymphata furore,
Non armis, laurum Gallia fraude petit.
Venalem pretio plebem conducit, et urit
Undique privatas patriciasque domos.
It's thoughtsand just One Heart
© Emily Dickinson
It's thoughtsand just One Heart
And Old Sunshineabout
Make frugalOnesContent
And two or threefor Company
Upon a Holiday
Crowdedas Sacrament
Inscriptions Written with a Slate Pencil upon a Stone
© William Wordsworth
Stranger! this hillock of mis-shapen stones
Is not a Ruin spared or made by time,
In The Harbour: The City And The Sea
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Life-giving, death-giving, which will it be;
O breath of the merciful, merciless Sea?
I Watch Swift Pictures
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I WATCH swift pictures flash and fade
On the closed curtains of my eyes,--
A bit of river green as jade
Under green skies;
Impromptu (II)
© Frances Anne Kemble
If I miscount the hours, blame Love, not me,
Who makes the time when you are near me, seem
Short as the vision of a vanishing dream,
When you are farlong as eternity.
I Walked Abroad...
© Nicolaj Frederik Severin Grundtvig
I walked abroad one summers day to hear
song of bird that through my heart might sear,
in the deep, green dales,
midst the nightingales
and each bird that now my heart regales.
In the Dim Counties
© John Shaw Neilson
In the dim counties
we take the long calm
Lilting no haziness,
sequel or psalm.
Italy : 36. The Nun
© Samuel Rogers
'Tis over; and her lovely cheek is now
On her hard pillow -- there, alas, to be
Nightly, through many and many a dreary hour,
Wan, often wet with tears, and (ere at length
"I am sorry it is winter now"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
I am sorry it is winter now,
And you can't hear mosquitoes in the house,
But you reminded yourself
Of the frivolous straw.
In The Trench
© Leon Gellert
Every night I sleep,
And every night I dream
That I'm strolling with my sheep
By the old stream.
Italy : 48. The Harper
© Samuel Rogers
It was a harper, wandering with his harp,
His only treasure; a majestic man,
By time and grief ennobled, not subdued;
Though from his height descending, day by day,
Imitation Of Tibullus
© George Gordon Byron
Cruel Cerinthus! does the fell disease
Which racks my breast your fickle bosom please?
Alas! I wish'd but to o'ercome the pain,
That I might live for love and you again;
But now I scarcely shall bewail my fate:
By death alone I can avoid your hate
I never hear the word
© Emily Dickinson
I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation,
A flying attitude.
