Poems begining by I
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Immortality
© Ellis Parker Butler
I bowed my head in anguish sore
When Life made Death his bride;
Soul, we are lost forever more!
Unto my soul I cried.
I hear the oriole's always-grieving voice
© Anna Akhmatova
I don't expect love's tender flatteries,
In premonition of some dark event,
But come, come and see this paradise
Where together we were blessed and innocent.
In Memory of M. B.
© Anna Akhmatova
Here is my gift, not roses on your grave,
not sticks of burning incense.
You lived aloof, maintaining to the end
your magnificent disdain.
I Wrung My Hands
© Anna Akhmatova
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . .
"Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?"
-- Because I have made my loved one drunk
with an astringent sadness.
In Between
© Gertrude Stein
IN between a place and candy is a narrow foot-path that shows more mounting than anything, so much really that a calling meaning a bolster measured a whole thing with that
I Am There
© Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and remember,
I was born like everyone is born, I have a mother
and a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends and a prison.
I Come From There
© Mahmoud Darwish
I come from there and I have memories
Born as mortals are, I have a mother
And a house with many windows,
I have brothers, friends,
Ike Walton's Prayer
© James Whitcomb Riley
I crave, dear Lord,
No boundless hoard
Of gold and gear,
Nor jewels fine,
In The Beginning
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Ever since those wondrous days of Creation
our Lord God sleeps: we are His sleep.
And He accepted this in His indulgence,
resigned to rest among the distant stars.
Interior Portrait
© Rainer Maria Rilke
You don't survive in me
because of memories;
nor are you mine because
of a lovely longing's strength.
Ignorant Before The Heavens Of My Life
© Rainer Maria Rilke
Ignorant before the heavens of my life,
I stand and gaze in wonder. Oh the vastness
of the stars. Their rising and descent. How still.
As if I didn't exist. Do I have any
It Takes a While to Disappear
© Ralph Angel
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen.
A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doormans lips and whispers.
Someone stumbles. Someone curses. Someone hoses down the pavement.
We must have made a mess of things again, all fuzzy black and white
In Every Direction
© Ralph Angel
As if you actually died in that dream
and woke up dead. Shadows of untangling vines
tumble toward the ceiling. A delicate
lizard sits on your shoulder, its eyes
blinking in every direction.
INTRODUCTION from New Poems
© Edward Estlin Cummings
The poems to come are for you and for me and are not for mostpeople-- it's no use trying to pretend that mostpeople and ourselves are alike
into the strenuous briefness
© Edward Estlin Cummings
into the strenuous briefness
Life:
handorgans and April
darkness, friends
if i have made,my lady,intricate
© Edward Estlin Cummings
-let the world say "his most wise music stole
nothing from death"-
you only will create
(who are so perfectly alive)my shame:
lady through whose profound and fragile lips
the sweet small clumsy feet of April came
If you can't eat you got to
© Edward Estlin Cummings
If you can't eat you got tosmoke and we aint got
nothing to smoke:come on kidlet's go to sleep
if you can't smoke you got toSing and we aint gotnothing to sing;come on kid
let's go to sleepif you can't sing you got to
if there are any heavens my mother will
© Edward Estlin Cummings
if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)have
one. It will not be a pansy heaven nor
a fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley but
it will be a heaven of blackred roses
if I should sleep with a lady called death
© Edward Estlin Cummings
if I should sleep with a lady called death
get another man with firmer lips
to take your new mouth in his teeth
(hips pumping pleasure into hips).
I Am A Beggar Always
© Edward Estlin Cummings
(slightly smiling, patient, unspeaking
with a sign on his
chest
BLIND)yes i
