Poems begining by I
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I look at the world
© Langston Hughes
I look at the world
From awakening eyes in a black face—
And this is what I see:
This fenced-off narrow space
Assigned to me.
Ich Weiss Nicht, Was Soll Es Bedeuten
© Heinrich Heine
I dont know what it could mean,
Or why Im so sad: I find,
In Imitation of Dr. Swift : The Happy Life of a Country Parson
© Alexander Pope
Parson, these things in thy possessing
Are better than the Bishop's blessing.
If I Should Die Tonight
© Arabella Eugenia Smith
If I should die to-night,
My friends would look upon my quiet face
In Her Absence I Created Her Image
© Mahmoud Darwish
In her absence I created her image: out of the earthly
the hidden heavenly commences. I am here weighing
"It Was a Lover and His Lass"
© William Shakespeare
It was a lover and his lass,
With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,
That oer the green cornfield did pass,
In springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;
Sweet lovers love the spring.
I started Early – Took my Dog – (656)
© Emily Dickinson
I started Early – Took my Dog –
And visited the Sea –
The Mermaids in the BasementBasement i.e., the bottom of the ocean
Came out to look at me –
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 45
© Alfred Tennyson
The baby new to earth and sky,
What time his tender palm is prest
Against the circle of the breast,
Has never thought that "this is I":
i wanted to overthrow the government but all i brought down was somebody's wife
© Charles Bukowski
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and one fox
and look here, they write,
you are a dupe for the state, the church,
you are in the ego-dream,
read your history, study the monetary system,
note that the racial war is 23,000 years old.
“I have been a stranger in a strange land”
© Rita Dove
And there was no voice in her head,
no whispered intelligence lurking
in the leaves—just an ache that grew
until she knew she'd already lost everything
except desire, the red heft of it
warming her outstretched palm.
I’m Fond of Frogs
© Jack Prelutsky
I’m fond of frogs, and every day
I treat them with affection.
I join them at the FROG CAFE—
We love the Croaking Section.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 22
© Alfred Tennyson
The path by which we twain did go,
Which led by tracts that pleased us well,
Thro' four sweet years arose and fell,
From flower to flower, from snow to snow:
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: [Prelude]
© Alfred Tennyson
Strong Son of God, immortal Love,
Whom we, that have not seen thy face,
By faith, and faith alone, embrace,
Believing where we cannot prove;
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 15
© Alfred Tennyson
To-night the winds begin to rise
And roar from yonder dropping day:
The last red leaf is whirl'd away,
The rooks are blown about the skies;
Invisible Dreams
© Toi Derricotte
La poesie vit d’insomnie perpetuelle
—René Char
There’s a sickness in me. During
the night I wake up & it’s brought
