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I Gili Romaneskro

© Charles Godfrey Leland

Schunava, ke baschno del a godla,
Schunava Paschomaskro.
Te del miro Dewel tumen
Dschavena Bachtallo.

In The Valley Of Cautertz

© Alfred Tennyson

All along the valley, stream that flashest white,

Deepening thy voice with the deepening of the night,

I Live Up Here

© William Stanley Merwin

I live up here

And a little bit to the left

Indian River

© Edwin Muir

The trade-wind jingles the rings in the nets around the racks

by the docks on Indian River.

Interview by a Guggenheim Recipient

© Charles Bukowski

this South American up here on a Gugg

walked in with his whore

Idea XIV

© Michael Drayton

If he from heaven that filched that living fire

Condemned by Jove to endless torment be,

I Would To Heaven That I Were So Much Clay

© George Gordon Byron

I would to heaven that I were so much clay,

As I am blood, bone, marrow, passion, feeling -

I Used to Think

© Trumbull Stickney

I used to think

The mind essential in the body, even

It sifts from Leaden Sieves - (291)

© Emily Dickinson

It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool
The Wrinkles of the Road -

Idea XLIII: Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace

© Michael Drayton

Why should your fair eyes with such sovereign grace

Disperse their rays on every vulgar spirit,

I dwell in Possibility – (466)

© Emily Dickinson

I dwell in Possibility –
A fairer House than Prose –
More numerous of Windows –
Superior – for Doors –

I Found a Four-Leaf Clover

© Jack Prelutsky

I found a four-leaf clover

and was happy with my find,

Indian Summer

© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay

I HAVE strayed from silent places,

Where the days are dreaming always;

In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 72

© Alfred Tennyson

Risest thou thus, dim dawn, again,
And howlest, issuing out of night,
With blasts that blow the poplar white,
And lash with storm the streaming pane?

I Walk’d the Other Day

© Henry Vaughan

I walk’d the other day, to spend my hour,

Into a field,

If You Could Come

© Katharine Lee Bates

My love, my love, if you could come once more
From your high place,
I would not question you for heavenly lore,
But, silent, take the comfort of your face.

In Flanders

© Eugene Field

Some folks contend that these oaths without end
Began among the commanders,
That, taking this cue, the subordinates, too,
Swore terribly in Flanders:
Twas "------!"
"----"

Inside My Head

© Robert Creeley

Inside my head a common room,
a common place, a common tune,
a common wealth, a common doom

Invictus

© William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

“I am the last . . .”

© Charles Simic

I am the last Napoleonic soldier

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