Poems begining by I
/ page 81 of 145 /In Celebration
© Mark Strand
You sit in a chair, touched by nothing, feeling
the old self become the older self, imagining
I like to see it lap the Miles - (383)
© Emily Dickinson
I like to see it lap the Miles -
And lick the Valleys up -
And stop to feed itself at Tanks -
And then - prodigious step
I Care Not for These Ladies
© Thomas Campion
I care not for these ladies,
That must be wooed and prayed:
Interim
© Margaret Widdemer
I HAVE a little peace today,
And I can pause and see
How life is filled with golden things
And gracious things for me;
Immortality
© Matthew Arnold
Foil'd by our fellow-men, depress'd, outworn,
We leave the brutal world to take its way,
And, Patience! in another life, we say
The world shall be thrust down, and we up-borne.
In The Night
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Where art thou, thou lost face,
Which, yet a little while, wert making mirth
At these new years which seemed too sad to be?
Where art thou fled which for a minute's space
Italy : 39. The Fountain
© Samuel Rogers
It was a well
Of whitest marble, white as from the quarry;
And richly wrought with many a high relief,
Greek sculpture -- in some earlier day perhaps
Inniskeen Road: July Evening
© Patrick Kavanagh
The bicycles go by in twos and threes -
There's a dance in Billy Brennan's barn to-night,
In A/C with Ghosts
© Kenneth Slessor
You can shuffle and scuffle and scold,
You can rattle the knockers and knobs,
I Dreamed That in a City Dark as Paris
© Louis Simpson
I dreamed that in a city dark as Paris
I stood alone in a deserted square.
The night was trembling with a violet
Expectancy. At the far edge it moved
And rumbled; on that flickering horizon
The guns were pumping color in the sky.
I Shall not Care
© Sara Teasdale
When I am dead and over me bright April
Shakes out her rain-drenched hair,
Tho' you should lean above me broken-hearted,
I shall not care.
I Wasn’t One of the Six Million: And What Is My Life Span? Open Closed Open
© John Wesley
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And what is my life span? I’m like a man gone out of Egypt:
the Red Sea parts, I cross on dry land,
two walls of water, on my right hand and on my left.
Pharaoh’s army and his horsemen behind me. Before me the desert,
perhaps the Promised Land, too. That is my life span.
Illumination
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Is it joy, or is it peace,
Senses' magical release,
That triumphant swells my heart
Where I walk the fields apart?
In Misty Blue
© Robert Laurence Binyon
In misty blue the lark is heard
Above the silent homes of men;
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 30
© Alfred Tennyson
With trembling fingers did we weave
The holly round the Christmas hearth;
A rainy cloud possess'd the earth,
And sadly fell our Christmas-eve.
In the Naked Bed, in Plato’s Cave
© Delmore Schwartz
In the naked bed, in Plato’s cave,
Reflected headlights slowly slid the wall,