Poems begining by I

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"I loved you first: but afterwards your love"

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda. – Dante


Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore,

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It Couldn’t Be Done

© Edgar Albert Guest

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done

 But he with a chuckle replied

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“Imagine Lucifer . . .”

© Jack Spicer

Imagine Lucifer

An angel without angelness

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I Go Back to May 1937

© Sharon Olds

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges,

I see my father strolling out

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I Shall Be Married on Monday Morning

© Pierre Reverdy

As I was walking one morning in spring,
I heard a fair maiden most charmingly sing,
All under her cow, as she sat a-milking,
Saying, I shall be married, next Monday morning.

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In the Winter of My Thirty-Eighth Year

© William Stanley Merwin

It sounds unconvincing to say When I was young
Though I have long wondered what it would be like
To be me now
No older at all it seems from here
As far from myself as ever

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"Itsy bitsy spider"

© Pierre Reverdy

Itsy bitsy spider

Climbed up the waterspout;

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"I wish I could remember that first day"

© Christina Georgina Rossetti

Era gia l’ora che volge il desio. – Dante


Ricorro al tempo ch’io vi vidi prima. – Petrarca

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I Sing the Body Electric

© Walt Whitman

1
I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.

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Incident

© Natasha Trethewey

We tell the story every year—

how we peered from the windows, shades drawn—

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In Goya’s Greatest Scenes We Seem to See . . .

© Gaius Valerius Catullus

In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem to see

  the people of the world 

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In Love, His Grammar Grew

© Stephen Dunn

In love, his grammar grew

rich with intensifiers, and adverbs fell

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Immortal Autumn

© Archibald MacLeish

I praise the fall: it is the human season.
 Now
No more the foreign sun does meddle at our earth, 
Enforce the green and bring the fallow land to birth, 
Nor winter yet weigh all with silence the pine bough,

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Innocents We

© Paul Verlaine

Their long skirts and high heels battled away:


Depending on the ground’s and breezes’ whim,

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 82

© Alfred Tennyson

I wage not any feud with Death
 For changes wrought on form and face;
 No lower life that earth's embrace
May breed with him, can fright my faith.

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It was a' for our Rightful King

© Robert Burns

It was a' for our rightful king
 That we left fair Scotland's strand;
It was a' for our rightful king
 We e'er saw Irish land,
  My dear,
 We e'er saw Irish land.

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 78

© Alfred Tennyson

Again at Christmas did we weave
 The holly round the Christmas hearth;
 The silent snow possess'd the earth,
And calmly fell our Christmas-eve:

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 54

© Alfred Tennyson

Oh, yet we trust that somehow good
 Will be the final end of ill,
 To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt, and taints of blood;

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Into Death Bravely

© James Russell Lowell

Winter

throws his great white shield

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In California: Morning, Evening, Late January

© Denise Levertov

Pale, then enkindled,
light
advancing,
emblazoning
summits of palm and pine,