Poems begining by I
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I Love My Love
© Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
I LOVE my love for she is like a garden in the dawn,
Pale, yet pink-flushed, with softly waking eyes,
And primrose hair that brightens to gold skies,
And petalled lips for dew to linger on.
Identidad
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
Tat tuam asi
(Tú eres esto: es decir, tú eres uno
y lo mismo que cuanto te rodea;
tú eres la cosa en sí)
Idyll XVI. The Value of Song
© Theocritus
"Kin before kith; to prosper is my prayer;
Poets, we know, are heaven's peculiar care.
We've Homer; and what other's worth a thought?
I call him chief of bards who costs me naught."
I Love all Beauteous Things
© John Hall Wheelock
I love all beauteous things,
I seek and adore them;
God hath no better praise,
And man in his hasty days
Is honoured for them.
I never hear the word “Escape” (144)
© Emily Dickinson
I never hear the word “Escape”
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation –
A flying attitude!
In The Garden II: Visions
© Edward Dowden
HERE I am slave of visions. When noon heat
Strikes the red walls, and their environ'd air
In Golden Gate Park That Day . . .
© Gaius Valerius Catullus
In Golden Gate Park that day
a man and his wife were coming along
"I Have a Young Sister"
© Pierre Reverdy
I have a yong suster
Fer beyonden the se,
Many be the drowryes
That she sente me.
I Hate
© C. K. Williams
I hate how this unsummoned sigh-sound, sob-sound,
not sound really, feeling, sigh-feeling, sob-feeling,
keeps rising in me, rasping in me, not in its old disguise
as nostalgia, sweet crazed call of the blackbird;
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 83
© Alfred Tennyson
Dip down upon the northern shore
O sweet new-year delaying long;
Thou doest expectant nature wrong;
Delaying long, delay no more.
In Summer Time
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
When summer time has come, and all
The world is in the magic thrall
Inviting a Friend to Supper
© Benjamin Jonson
Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house, and I
Do equally desire your company;
In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659
© Anne Bradstreet
I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
Four Cocks were there, and Hens the rest.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, (340)
© Emily Dickinson
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain,
And Mourners to and fro
Kept treading - treading - till it seemed
That Sense was breaking through -
In The Seven Woods
© William Butler Yeats
I HAVE heard the pigeons of the Seven Woods
Make their faint thunder, and the garden bees
I Wave Good-bye When Butter Flies
© Jack Prelutsky
I wave good-bye when butter flies
and cheer a boxing match,
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died - (591)
© Emily Dickinson
I heard a Fly buzz - when I died -
The Stillness in the Room
Was like the Stillness in the Air -
Between the Heaves of Storm -
Irish Peasant Song
© Louise Imogen Guiney
I TRY to knead and spin, but my life is low the while,
Oh, I long to be alone, and walk abroad a mile;
Yet if I walk alone, and think of naught at all,
Why from me thats young should the wild tears fall?
If It Were Not for You
© Hayden Carruth
The night winds reach
like the blind breath of the world
in a rhythm without mind, gusting and beating
as if to destroy us, battering our poverty
and all the land’s flat and cold and dark
under iron snow
I Travelled among Unknown Men
© André Breton
I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.
