Poems begining by I
/ page 88 of 145 /I have been tricked by flying too close
© Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
I have been tricked by flying too close
to what I thought I loved.
Inscription
© Alaric Alexander Watts
Stranger! if from the crowded walks of life
Thou lovest to stray, and woo fair Solitude
In France I Saw A Hill
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In France I saw a hill-a gentle slope
Rising above old tombs to greet the gleam
From soft spring skies. Beyond these skies dwells hope,
But those green graves bespeak a broken dream.
I Climb the Western Tower In Silence
© Li Yu
I climb the western tower in silence, the moon like a sickle.
Clear autumn is locked in the deep courtyard, where a wutong tree stands lonely.
Sorrowful parting has cut, but not severed our ties; my mind is still wild.
Separation is just like a taste in head and heart.
I'll Not Confer With Sorrow
© Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I'll not confer with Sorrow
Till to-morrow;
But Joy shall have her way
This very day.
Iota Subscript
© Robert Frost
Seek not in me the bit I capital,
Not yet the little dotted in me seek.
If I have in me any I at all,
'Tis the iota subscript of the Greek.
I had no time to hate, because
© Emily Dickinson
I had no time to hate, because
The grave would hinder me,
And life was not so ample I
Could finish enmity.
Ireland, Ireland
© Sir Henry Newbolt
Down thy valleys, Ireland, Ireland,
Down thy valleys green and sad,
Still thy spirit wanders wailing,
Wanders wailing, wanders mad.
Italy : 37. The Fire-Fly
© Samuel Rogers
There is an Insect, that, when Evening comes,
Small though he be, scarcely distinguishable,
Like Evening clad in soberest livery,
Unsheaths his wings and thro' the woods and glades
In Spring, Santa Barbara
© Sara Teasdale
I HAVE been happy two weeks together,
My love is coming home to me,
Gold and silver is the weather
And smooth as lapis is the sea.
In The Harbour: The Poet's Calendar
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Janus am I; oldest of potentates;
Forward I look, and backward, and below
I count, as god of avenues and gates,
The years that through my portals come and go.
I Taught Myself To Live Simply
© Anna Akhmatova
I taught myself to live simply and wisely,
to look at the sky and pray to God,
It Isn't Costly
© Edgar Albert Guest
Does the grouch get richer quicker than the friendly sort of man?
Can the grumbler labor better than the cheerful fellow can?
Is the mean and churlish neighbor any cleverer than the one
Who shouts a glad "good morning," and then smiling passes on?
In The Twilight
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
NOT bed-time yet! The night-winds blow,
The stars are out,--full well we know
Inheritance
© Robert Laurence Binyon
I
To a bare blue hill
Wings an old thought roaming,
At a random touch
Of memory homing.
I am the Great Sun
© Charles Causley
From a Normandy crucifix of 1632
I am the great sun, but you do not see me,
In Sickness
© Augustus Montague Toplady
Jesus, since I with thee am one,
Confirm my soul in thee,
And still continue to tread down
The man of sin in me.
"I have golden shoes"
© Lesbia Harford
I have golden shoes
To make me fleet.
They are like the wind
Underneath my feet.