Poems begining by I
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i go to this window
© Edward Estlin Cummings
just as day dissolves
when it is twilight(and
looking up in fear
i sing of Olaf glad and big
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i sing of Olaf glad and big
whose warmest heart recoiled at war:
a conscientious object-or
if everything happens that can't be done
© Edward Estlin Cummings
if everything happens that can't be done
(and anything's righter
than books
could plan)
it is at moments after I have dreamed
© Edward Estlin Cummings
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed
in a middle of a room
© Edward Estlin Cummings
in a middle of a room
stands a suicide
sniffing a Paper rose
smiling to a self
it may not always be so
© Edward Estlin Cummings
if this should be,i say if this should be-
you of my heart,send me a little word;
that i may go unto him,and take his hands,
saying,Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face,and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
i am a little church
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
i am so glad and very
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore
in time of daffodils
© Edward Estlin Cummings
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how
in spite of everything
© Edward Estlin Cummings
in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds
i shall imagine life
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i shall imagine life
is not worth dying,if
(and when)roses complain
their beauties are in vain
i thank you God for this most amazing
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i thank You God for this most amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
wich is natural which is infinite which is yes
i like my body when it is with your
© Edward Estlin Cummings
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
if you like my poems let them
© Edward Estlin Cummings
then people will say
"Along this road i saw a princess pass
on her way to meet her lover(it was
toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."
i carry your heart with me
© Edward Estlin Cummings
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
In the Stalls
© Arthur Symons
My life is like a music-hall,
Where, in the impotence of rage,
Chained by enchantment to my stall,
I see myself upon the stage
Dance to amuse a music-hall.
Influence
© Emma Lazarus
The fervent, pale-faced Mother ere she sleep,
Looks out upon the zigzag-lighted square,
The beautiful bare trees, the blue night-air,
The revelation of the star-strewn deep,
I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice"
© Billy Collins
And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over her sightless young triplets.
I Go Back To The House For A Book
© Billy Collins
I turn around on the gravel
and go back to the house for a book,
something to read at the doctor's office,
and while I am inside, running the finger
