Poems begining by I
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I Can't Stay In The Same Room With That Woman For Five Minutes
© Charles Bukowski
I went over the other day
to pick up my daughter.
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
© André Breton
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Impetuosity.
© Robert Crawford
His over-hot desire itself defeats,
And where mere prudence had attained, he fails
For lack of self-retention; as on ice
A ravening wolf, when his prey swerves, o'ershoots
The mark, and, floundering in his fury, slides
On the smooth floor.
In Memoriam F.O.S.
© Sara Teasdale
You go a long and lovely journey,
For all the stars, like burning dew,
Are luminous and luring footprints
Of souls adventurous as you.
I Know an Aged Man Constrained to Dwell
© William Wordsworth
I know an aged Man constrained to dwell
In a large house of public charity,
Where he abides, as in a Prisoner's cell,
With numbers near, alas! no company.
In Time of Doubt
© Robert Fuller Murray
`In the shadow of Thy wings, O Lord of Hosts, whom I extol,
I will put my trust for ever,' so the kingly David sings.
`Thou shalt help me, Thou shalt save me, only
Thou shalt keep me whole,
In the shadow of Thy wings.'
Inscriptions: I: For A Grotto
© Mark Akenside
To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call
Actæa, daughter of the neighbouring stream,
In The Meadow - What In The Meadow?
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
In the meadow - what in the meadow?
Bluebells, buttercups, meadowsweet,
I Got Stoned And I Missed It
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
I was sitting in my basement
I just rolled myself a taste
of something green and gold and glorious
to get me through the day
It Is The Hour
© George Gordon Byron
It is the hour when from the boughs
The nightingale's high note is heard;
It is the hour--when lover's vows
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word;
In The Day Of Battle
© Bliss William Carman
IN the day of battle,
In the night of dread,
Let one hymn be lifted,
Let one prayer be said.
If I To You But Sorry Bring
© Alfred Austin
If I to you but sorrow bring,
But aching hours and brackish tears,
Indian Summer
© Henry Van Dyke
A soft veil dims the tender skies,
And half conceals from pensive eyes
The bronzing tokens of the fall;
A calmness broods upon the hills,
And summer's parting dream distills
A charm of silence over all.
In The Train, And At Versailles
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
In a dull swiftness we are carried by
With bodies left at sway and shaking knees.
In Laudem Authoris.
© Francis Beaumont
Like to the weake estate of a poore friend,
To whom sweet fortune hath bene euer slow,
In The White Giant's Thigh
© Dylan Thomas
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,
Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,
And there this night I walk in the white giant's thigh
Where barren as boulders women lie longing still
In Defiance of Fortune
© Queen Elizabeth I
Never think you fortune can bear the sway
Where virtue's force can cause her to obey.
