Poems begining by I
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In Youth
© William Lisle Bowles
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace
Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair,
That brow untouched by one faint line of care,
To mar its openness, we seem to trace
It Is Not Growing Like A Tree
© Benjamin Jonson
It is not growing like a tree
In bulk doth make Man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere:
In the Train
© James Thomson
AS we rush, as we rush in the Train,
The trees and the houses go wheeling back,
But the starry heavens above the plain
Come flying on our track.
I Whispered To The Bobolink
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I WHISPERED to the bobolink:
"Sweet singer of the field,
Teach me a song to reach a heart
In maiden armor steeled."
Immortality
© Katharine Tynan
So I have sunk my roots in earth
Since that my pretty boys had birth;
And fear no more the grave and gloom,
I, with the centuries to come.
Introduction And Conclusion Of A Long Poem
© Alan Seeger
I have gone sometimes by the gates of Death
And stood beside the cavern through whose doors
Inscription for the Entrance to a Wood
© William Cullen Bryant
Stranger, if thou hast learned a truth which needs
No school of long experience, that the world
Is full of guilt and misery, and hast seen
Enough of all its sorrows, crimes, and cares,
In The Waste Hour
© William Ernest Henley
Nay, there were we,
Her five strong sons!
To her Death came--the great Deliverer came! -
As equal comes to equal, throne to throne.
She was a mother of men.
I can't tell youbut you feel it
© Emily Dickinson
I can't tell youbut you feel it
Nor can you tell me
Saints, with ravished slate and pencil
Solve our April Day!
Idyll XII. The Comrades
© Theocritus
Art come, dear youth? two days and nights away!
(Who burn with love, grow aged in a day.)
As much as apples sweet the damson crude
Excel; the blooming spring the winter rude;
Incommunicado
© Sylvia Plath
The groundhog on the mountain did not run
But fatly scuttled into the splayed fern
I found the phrase to every thought
© Emily Dickinson
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me,-as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun
In September
© Edward Dowden
SPRING scarce had greener fields to show than these
Of mid September; through the still warm noon
I see thee betterin the Dark
© Emily Dickinson
I see thee betterin the Dark
I do not need a Light
The Love of Theea Prism be
Excelling Violet
I've Got a Golden Ticket
© Roald Dahl
I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me
I Have A Hundred Lives
© Sri Aurobindo
I have a hundred lives before me yet
To grasp thee in, O Spirit ethereal,
Be sure I will with heart insatiate
Pursue thee like a hunter through them all.
If you Want What Visible Reality
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
If you want what visible reality
can give, you're an employee.
