Poems begining by I
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Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur
© Alfred Tennyson
That story which the bold Sir Bedivere,
First made and latest left of all the knights,
Told, when the man was no more than a voice
In the white winter of his age, to those
With whom he dwelt, new faces, other minds.
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 2
© Alfred Tennyson
Old Yew, which graspest at the stones
That name the under-lying dead,
Thy fibres net the dreamless head,
Thy roots are wrapt about the bones.
I Like You Lil
© George Ade
I fought I was hep to the whole string o' fairies
Not one o' the bunch could put me to the bad;
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me Too
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too,
Went for a ride in a flying shoe,
"Hooray!"
"What fun!"
"It's time we flew!"
Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
Incandescent War Poem Sonnet
© Bernadette Mayer
Even before I saw the chambered nautilus
I wanted to sail not in the us navy
Tonight I'm waiting for you, your letter
At the same time his letter, the view of you
In The Garden V: A Summer Moon
© Edward Dowden
QUEEN-MOON of this enchanted summer night,
One virgin slave companioning thee,-I lie
In Order To
© Kenneth Patchen
Apply for the position (I've forgotten now for what) I had
to marry the Second Mayor's daughter by twelve noon. The
order arrived three minutes of.
Information
© David Ignatow
This tree has two million and seventy-five thousand leaves.
Perhaps I missed a leaf or two but I do feel triumphant
Inside Out
© Diane Wakoski
You cannot let me walk inside you too long inside
the veins where my small feet touch
bottom.
You must reach inside and pull me
like a silver bullet
from your arm.
Information
© William Rose Benet
He had green eyes, that excellent seer,
And little peaks to either ear.
He sat there, and I sat here.
In War
© Nikolay Alekseyevich Nekrasov
Hearing the terrors of the war, sore troubled,
By each new victim of the combat torn--
Nor friend, nor wife I give my utmost pity,
Nor do I for the fallen hero mourn.
Alas! the wife will find a consolation.
The friend by friend is soon forgot in turn.
In The Night
© George MacDonald
As to her child a mother calls,
"Come to me, child; come near!"
Calling, in silent intervals,
The Master's voice I hear.
Inventory
© Dorothy Parker
Four be the things I am wiser to know:
Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.
Immigrants in Our Own Land
© James Russell Lowell
We are born with dreams in our hearts,
looking for better days ahead.
"I know that all beneath the moon decays"
© William Drummond (of Hawthornden)
I know that all beneath the moon decays,
And what by mortals in this world is brought,
Insomnia and the Seven Steps to Grace
© Joy Harjo
At dawn the panther of the heavens peers over the edge of the world.
She hears the stars gossip with the sun, sees the moon washing her lean
darkness with water electrified by prayers. All over the world there are those
who can't sleep, those who never awaken.
Infidelity
© Yusef Komunyakaa
Zeus always introduces himself
As one who needs stitching
Back together with kisses.
Like a rock star in leather
