Poems begining by I

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In These Soft Trinities

© Patricia Goedicke

In an aura of charged air I remember
 my poor mother turned into royalty,
 my sister and me in bobby socks

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It would be neat if with the New Year

© James Russell Lowell

I keep wearing them because they fit so good
and I need them, especially when I love so hard,
where I go up those boulder strewn trails,
where flowers crack rocks in their defiant love for the light.

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It is not to be Thought of

© André Breton



It is not to be thought of that the Flood

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Intimations Of The Beautiful

© Madison Julius Cawein

The hills are full of prophecies
And ancient voices of the dead;
Of hidden shapes that no man sees,
Pale, visionary presences,
That speak the things no tongue hath said,
No mind hath thought, no eye hath read.

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I Will Make You Brooches

© Robert Louis Stevenson

  I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
  Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
  I will make a palace fit for you and me
  Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.

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I Would Have Wept

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

I would have wept with the beast,

The bird, the blossoming flower,

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 116

© Alfred Tennyson

Is it, then, regret for buried time
 That keenlier in sweet April wakes,
 And meets the year, and gives and takes
The colours of the crescent prime?

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I Am Learning To Abandon the World

© Linda Pastan

I am learning to abandon the world

before it can abandon me.

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In the Prison Pen

© Arvind Krishna Mehrotra

(1864)


Listless he eyes the palisades

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I Know, I Remember, But How Can I Help You

© Hayden Carruth

The northern lights. I wouldn’t have noticed them

  if the deer hadn’t told me

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In The Orchard

© Algernon Charles Swinburne

LEAVE go my hands, let me catch breath and see;
Let the dew-fall drench either side of me;
  Clear apple-leaves are soft upon that moon
Seen sidelong like a blossom in the tree;
  Ah God, ah God, that day should be so soon.

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In November

© Paul Eluard

Outside the house the wind is howling

and the trees are creaking horribly.

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Imitated from Wordsworth

© Robert Fuller Murray

He brought a team from Inversnaid
  To play our Third Fifteen,
  A man whom none of us had played
  And very few had seen.

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In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 126

© Alfred Tennyson

Love is and was my Lord and King,
 And in his presence I attend
 To hear the tidings of my friend,
Which every hour his couriers bring.

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I am the Living Bread: Meditation Eight: John 6:51

© Edward Taylor

I kening through Astronomy Divine
 The Worlds bright Battlement, wherein I spy
A Golden Path my Pensill cannot line,
 From that bright Throne unto my Threshold ly.
 And while my puzzled thoughts about it pore
 I finde the Bread of Life in't at my doore.

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Interrupted Meditation

© Robert Hass

Little green involute fronds of fern at creekside.

And the sinewy clear water rushing over creekstone

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Inscription

© Herman Melville

_For Graves at Pea Ridge, Arkansas_

Let none misgive we died amiss

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Italy : 10. Como

© Samuel Rogers

I love to sail along the Larian Lake
Under the shore -- though not to visit Pliny,
To catch him musing in his plane-tree walk,
Or fishing, as he might be, from his window:

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Imitations of Horace

© Alexander Pope

While you, great patron of mankind, sustain
The balanc'd world, and open all the main;
Your country, chief, in arms abroad defend,
At home, with morals, arts, and laws amend;
How shall the Muse, from such a monarch steal
An hour, and not defraud the public weal?

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In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  I.
Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,
  Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,
Learned the secret from them of the beautiful  verse elegiac,
  Breathing into his song motion and sound of the sea.