Poems begining by I
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I Eat My Peas with Honey
© Pierre Reverdy
I eat my peas with honey;
I've done it all my life.
It makes the peas taste funny,
But it keeps them on the knife.
I'm
© Emily Dickinson
I'm "wife"I've finished that
That other state
I'm CzarI'm "Woman" now
It's safer so
Its Like This
© Stephen Dobyns
for Peter Parrish
Each morning the man rises from bed because the invisible
cord leading from his neck to someplace in the dark,
the cord that makes him always dissatisfied,
has been wound tighter and tighter until he wakes.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 5
© Alfred Tennyson
I sometimes hold it half a sin
To put in words the grief I feel;
For words, like Nature, half reveal
And half conceal the Soul within.
I See You've Travelled Some
© Edgar Albert Guest
Wherever you may chance to be wherever you may roam,
Far away in foreign lands; or just at home sweet home;
It always gives you pleasure, it makes your heart strings hum
Just to hear
The words of cheer,
"I see you've travelled some."
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 55
© Alfred Tennyson
The wish, that of the living whole
No life may fail beyond the grave,
Derives it not from what we have
The likest God within the soul?
Imaginary Suicides
© Kostas Karyotakis
They turn the key in the door, take out
their old, well-hidden letters,
read them quietly, then drag
their feet a final time.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 39
© Alfred Tennyson
Old warder of these buried bones,
And answering now my random stroke
With fruitful cloud and living smoke,
Dark yew, that graspest at the stones
Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge
© André Breton
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
In the Basement of the Goodwill Store
© Ted Kooser
In musty light, in the thin brown air
of damp carpet, doll heads and rust,
Invocation To Misery
© Percy Bysshe Shelley
I.
Come, be happy!sit near me,
Shadow-vested Misery:
Coy, unwilling, silent bride,
Mourning in thy robe of pride,
Desolationdeified!
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 124
© Alfred Tennyson
That which we dare invoke to bless;
Our dearest faith; our ghastliest doubt;
He, They, One, All; within, without;
The Power in darkness whom we guess;
I Could Not Tell
© Sharon Olds
I could not tell I had jumped off that bus,
that bus in motion, with my child in my arms,
because I did not know it. I believed my own story:
I had fallen, or the bus had started up
when I had one foot in the air.
In Praise Of Music And Poetry
© Richard Barnfield
If music and sweet poetry agree,
As they must needs (the sister and the brother),
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 08
© Conrad Aiken
Many things perplex me and leave me troubled,
Many things are locked away in the white book of stars
Intellectuals
© Robinson Jeffers
Is it so hard for men to stand by themselves,
They must hang on Marx or Christ, or mere Progress?
Clearly it is hard. But these ought to be leaders . . .
Sheep leading sheep, "The fold, the fold.
Night comes, and the wolves of doubt." Clearly it is hard.
Immigrant Blues
© Li-Young Lee
People have been trying to kill me since I was born,
a man tells his son, trying to explain
the wisdom of learning a second tongue.
In Memory of the Utah Stars
© William Matthews
Each of them must have terrified
his parents by being so big, obsessive
and exact so young, already gone
and leaving, like a big tipper,
that huge changeling’s body in his place.
The prince of bone spurs and bad knees.
