Poems begining by I
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Inscription for a Gravestone
© Robinson Jeffers
I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
That is to say,
Iowa City: Early April
© Robert Hass
And last night the sapphire of the raccoon's eyes in the beam of the flashlight.
He was climbing a tree beside the house, trying to get onto the porch, I think, for a wad of oatmeal
Simmered in cider from the bottom of the pan we'd left out for the birds.
It was not Death, for I stood up, (355)
© Emily Dickinson
It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down -
It was not Night, for all the Bells
Put out their Tongues, for Noon.
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]
© 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 soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I think I should have loved you presently
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
I think I should have loved you presently,
And given in earnest words I flung in jest;
In Your Face
© Samuel Menashe
Eyes that spurn yet invite
Like spikes in the sunlight
Of Manhattan’s high-rise—
Babylon’s ladies outshine
Daughters of Jerusalem,
Zion is no easy climb
In Piam Memoriam
© Geoffrey Hill
Created purely from glass the saint stands,
Exposing his gifted quite empty hands
Like a conjurer about to begin,
A righteous man begging of righteous men.
I Dug, Beneath the Cypress Shade
© Thomas Love Peacock
I dug, beneath the cypress shade,
What well might seem an elfin's grave;
And every pledge in earth I laid,
That erst thy false affection gave.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 44
© Alfred Tennyson
How fares it with the happy dead?
For here the man is more and more;
But he forgets the days before
God shut the doorways of his head.
In Love with You
© Kenneth Koch
We walk through the park in the sun, and you say, “There’s a spider
Of shadow touching the bench, when morning’s begun.” I love you.
I love you fame I love you raining sun I love you cigarettes I love you love
I love you daggers I love smiles daggers and symbolism.
In the bleak midwinter
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
“It Out-Herods Herod. Pray You, Avoid It.”
© Anthony Evan Hecht
Tonight my children hunch
Toward their Western, and are glad
As, with a Sunday punch,
The Good casts out the Bad.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 11
© Alfred Tennyson
Calm is the morn without a sound,
Calm as to suit a calmer grief,
And only thro' the faded leaf
The chestnut pattering to the ground:
It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
© André Breton
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Idea LXI
© Michael Drayton
Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part.
Nay, I have done, you get no more of me;
I know that He exists. (365)
© Emily Dickinson
I know that He exists.
Somewhere – in silence –
He has hid his rare life
From our gross eyes.
Introduction to the Songs of Experience
© William Blake
Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future sees
Whose ears have heard,
The Holy Word,
That walk'd among the ancient trees.
Invocation
© Denise Levertov
Silent, about-to-be-parted-from house.
Wood creaking, trying to sigh, impatient.
Clicking of squirrel-teeth in the attic.
Denuded beds, couches stripped of serapes.
In Death Valley
© Edwin Markham
There came gray stretches of volcanic plains,
Bare, lone and treeless, then a bleak lone hill
