Poems begining by I
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"I must be dreaming through the days"
© Lesbia Harford
I must be dreaming through the days
And see the world with childish eyes
If I'd go singing all my life
And my songs be wise
Idyll XXVI. The Bacchanals
© Theocritus
Agave of the vermeil-tinted cheek
And Ino and Autonoae marshalled erst
Three bands of revellers under one hill-peak.
They plucked the wild-oak's matted foliage first,
Lush ivy then, and creeping asphodel;
And reared therewith twelve shrines amid the untrodden fell:
"In Petersburg we'll meet again"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
In Petersburg we'll meet again,
As though we'd buried the sun there,
And for the first time utter
The blessed, senseless word.
Irene
© James Russell Lowell
Hers is a spirit deep, and crystal-clear;
Calmly beneath her earnest face it lies,
Imitated From Catullus: To Ellen
© George Gordon Byron
Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire,
A million scarce would quench desire:
Italy : 25. Don Garzia
© Samuel Rogers
Among those awful forms, in elder time
Assembled, and through many an after-age
Destined to stand as Genii of the Place
Where men most meet in Florence, may be seen
In Response To A Rumor That The Oldest Whorehouse In Wheeling, West Virginia, Has Been Condemned
© James Wright
I will grieve alone,
As I strolled alone, years ago, down along
The Ohio shore.
I hid in the hobo jungle weeds
Upstream from the sewer main,
Pondering, gazing.
In The Workshop
© Bliss William Carman
And He who was bent on fashioning man
Moulded a shape from a clod,
And put the loyal heart therein;
While another stood watching by.
I Am Tired
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
I am tired, that is clear,
Because, at certain stage, people have to be tired.
Idyll XXX. The Death of Adonis
© Theocritus
Cythera saw Adonis
And knew that he was dead;
She marked the brow, all grisly now,
The cheek no longer red;
And "Bring the boar before me"
Unto her Loves she said.
Inscriptions on a Sun-Dial
© John Greenleaf Whittier
For Dr Henry L Bowditch
With warning hand I mark Time's rapid
Italy : 47. Monte Cassino
© Samuel Rogers
'What hangs behind that curtain?'--'Wouldst thou learn?
If thou art wise, thou wouldst not. 'Tis by some
Believed to be His master-work, who looked
Beyond the grave, and on the chapel-wall,
Idyll XXXI. Loves
© Theocritus
Ah for this the most accursed, unendurable of ills!
Nigh two months a fevered fancy for a maid my bosom fills.
Fair she is, as other damsels: but for what the simplest swain
Claims from the demurest maiden, I must sue and sue in vain.
Invocation To Youth
© Robert Laurence Binyon
COME then, as ever, like the wind at morning!
Joyous, O Youth, in the aged world renew
I Watch The Ships
© Arthur Wentworth Hamilton Eaton
I WATCH the ships by town and lea
With sails full set glide out to sea,
Italy : 4. The Great St. Bernard
© Samuel Rogers
Night was again descending, when my mule,
That all day long had climbed among the clouds,
Higher and higher still, as by a stair
Let down from heaven itself, transporting me,
It is with awe
© Matsuo Basho
It is with awe
That I beheld
Fresh leaves, green leaves,
Bright in the sun.
Inside And Outside
© Allen Tate
For look you how her body stiffly lies
Just as she left it, unprepared to stay,
The posture waiting on the sleeping eyes,
While the body's life, deep as a covered well,
Instinctive as the wind, busy as May,
Burns out a secret passageway to hell.
