Poems begining by I
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Improvisations: Light And Snow: 10
© Conrad Aiken
It is night time, and cold, and snow is falling,
And no wind grieves the walls.
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 16
© Alfred Tennyson
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
In The Pace
© Arthur Symons
This is the church of Peace.
Sibyls of the East and West,
Teach me your secret, to release
With ancient wisdom that old rest
Which is in heaven called peace.
If I Told Him, A Completed Portrait of Picasso
© Gertrude Stein
If I told him would he like it. Would he like it if I told him.
Intezar (Waiting)
© Makhdoom Mohiuddin
aa bhi jaa taakey merey sajdo.n kaa aramaa.N nikaley
aa bhi jaa key terey qadamo.n pey meri jaa.N nikaley
Immortal Sails
© Alfred Noyes
Now, in a breath, we’ll burst those gates of gold,
And ransack heaven before our moment fails.
Now, in a breath, before we, too, grow old,
We’ll mount and sing and spread immortal sails.
I Was Never Able To Pray
© Edward Hirsch
Wheel me down to the shore
where the lighthouse was abandoned
and the moon tolls in the rafters.
If My Verses Had The Wings
© Victor Marie Hugo
Songs as sweet as summer brings,
To your flowery lawn should fly
If my verses had the wings
Wings of birds that haunt the sky.
In The Harbour: A Fragment
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Awake! arise! the hour is late!
Angels are knocking at thy door!
They are in haste and cannot wait,
And once departed come no more.
Idylls of the King: The Last Tournament
© Alfred Tennyson
To whom the King, "Peace to thine eagle-borne
Dead nestling, and this honour after death,
Following thy will! but, O my Queen, I muse
Why ye not wear on arm, or neck, or zone
Those diamonds that I rescued from the tarn,
And Lancelot won, methought, for thee to wear."
Isaiah LXIII
© Phillis Wheatley
His eye the ample field of battle round
Survey'd, but no created succours found;
His own omnipotence sustain'd the right,
His vengeance sunk the haughty foes in night;
Beneath his feet the prostrate troops were spread,
And round him lay the dying, and the dead.
In The Blue Heaven
© Henry Van Dyke
In the blue heaven the clouds will come and go,
Scudding before the gale, or drifting slow
Irish Poetry
© Billy Collins
That morning under a pale hood of sky
I heard the unambiguous scrape of spackling
against the side of our wickered, penitential house.
In Which She Satisfies A Fear With The Rhetoric Of Tears
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
This afternoon, my love, speaking to you
since I could see that in your face and walk
"I cry your mercy-pity-love! -aye, love!"
© John Keats
I cry your mercypitylove!aye, love!
Merciful love that tantalizes not,
Idyll XX. Town and Country
© Theocritus
Once I would kiss Eunice. "Back," quoth she,
And screamed and stormed; "a sorry clown kiss me?
Your country compliments, I like not such;
No lips but gentles' would I deign to touch.
Idylls of the King: Song from The Marriage of Geraint
© Alfred Tennyson
Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel thro' sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.
