Poems begining by I

Idea LI

© Michael Drayton

Calling to mind since first my love begun,Th' incertain times oft varying in their course,How things still unexpectedly have run,As t' please the fates by their resistless force:Lastly, mine eyes amazedly have seenEssex' great fall, Tyrone his peace to gain,The quiet end of that long-living Queen,This King's fair entrance, and our peace with Spain,We and the Dutch at length ourselves to sever:Thus the world doth and evermore shall reel

Isis: Dorothy Eady, 1924

© Mark Doty

I was never this beautiful.I don't know if anyone can see how much moreI've become tonight, when the boys hired to play Nubians still the peacock fans, and another girl and I,

[Image and Dream]

© John Donne

Image of her whom I love, more than she, Whose fair impression in my faithful heart,Makes me her medal, and makes her love me, As kings do coins, to which their stamps impartThe value: go, and take my heart from hence, Which now is grown too great and good for me:Honours oppress weak spirits, and our sense Strong objects dull; the more, the less we see

It was not death, for I stood up (510)

© Emily Dickinson

It was not death, for I stood up,And all the dead lie down.It was not night, for all the bellsPut out their tongues for noon.

I never hear the word "escape" (77)

© Emily Dickinson

I never hear the word "escape"Without a quicker blood,A sudden expectation,A flying attitude!

Imbiancato

© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

A note of thanks to you whenall is said and done, for the little cowboy,for the sonata, for the now and againshimmer of sun that reinstitutes, reinvests

I Want You to See

© Pier Giorgio Di Cicco

I want you to see the hole in my shirt where yourheart went through like a Colt 45, and openeda dream at the back of the neck

I have been a Foster

© Daniel Cooper

I have been a foster Long and many a day.Foster will I be no more-- No longer shoot I may. Yet have I been a foster.

I See Her

© Colombo John Robert

I see her stalking the fashion section of the mall,Her attire and apparel revealing, suggestive

In October

© Coleman Helena Jane

Touched by October's changing frost and heat, The ivy flames upon the gray old walls, Or, whirled by sudden, fitful breezes, fallsIn little crimson showers at our feet;Impetuous Spring and lingering Autumn meet On these wide lawns and in the echoing halls, For Summer with its golden bounty callsTo hearts that still with youth and promise beat

I Remember, I Remember

© Cary Phoebe

I remember, I remember, The house where I was wed,And the little room from which, that night, My smiling bride was led;She didn't come a wink too soon, Nor make too long a stay;But now I often wish her folks Had kept the girl away!

I remember, I remember, Her dresses, red and white

If Your Wife Is Run Down, Give Her Cod Liver Oil

© Burke Johnny

I'm a young married man, Who is tired of my life,Ten years I'm glued on To a pale sickly wife,She does nothing all day, Only sit down and cry,And I hope to the Lord She'll get better or die.

Ibant Obscuræ

© Brown Thomas Edward

To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea,So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to meOnly by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn,Of the sun's wreck and clashing surges born

Irish to English

© Christopher John Brennan

I am not of your blood;I never loved your ways:If e'er your deed was goodI yet was slow to praise.

I said, This misery must end

© Christopher John Brennan

I said, This misery must end:Shall I, that am a man and knowthat sky and wind are yet my friend,sit huddled under any blow?so speaking left the dismal roomand stept into the mother-nightall fill'd with sacred quickening gloomwhere the few stars burn'd low and bright,and darkling on my darkling hillheard thro' the beaches' sullen boomheroic note of living willrung trumpet-clear against the fight;so stood and heard, and rais'd my eyeserect, that they might drink of space,and took the night upon my face,till time and trouble fell awayand all my soul sprang up to feelas one among the stars that reelin rhyme on their rejoicing way,breaking the elder dark, nor staybut speed beyond each tramelling gyre,till time and sorrow fall awayand night be wither'd up, and fireconsume the sickness of desire

I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk

© Christopher John Brennan

I cry to you as I pass your windows in the dusk;

I am shut out of mine own heart

© Christopher John Brennan

I am shut out of mine own heartbecause my love is far from me,nor in the wonders have I partthat fill its hidden empery:

I Love Corned Beef

© Bowen A. P.

I LOVE corned beef -- I never knewHow good the stuff COULD taste in stew!I love it WET, I love it DRY,I love it baked and called MEAT PIE

In The Evening By The Moonlight

© Bland James A.

In de ebening by de moonlight when dis darkie's work was over,We would gather round de fire, 'till hoecake it was done

Indoor Games near Newbury

© John Betjeman

In among the silver birches winding ways of tarmac wander And the signs to Bussock Bottom, Tussock Wood and Windy Brake,Gabled lodges, tile-hung churches, catch the lights of our Lagonda As we drive to Wendy's party, lemon curd and Christmas cake