Poems begining by I
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Indian Meditation
© Arthur Symons
Where shall this self at last find happiness?
O Soul, only in nothingness.
"I Was Born In the Right Time..."
© Anna Akhmatova
I was born in the right time, in whole,
Only this time is one that is blessed,
But great God did not let my poor soul
Live without deceit on this earth.
In Time of Sorrow
© Robert Fuller Murray
Despair is in the suns that shine,
And in the rains that fall,
This sad forsaken soul of mine
Is weary of them all.
Inscription-For the relief by Preston Powers
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The Eagle, stooping from yon snow-blown peaks,
For the wild hunter and the Bison seeks,
In the changed world below; and finds alone
Their graven semblance in the eternal stone.
Idyll XXIII. Love Avenged
© Theocritus
A lad deep-dipt in passion pined for one
Whose mood was froward as her face was fair.
Lovers she loathed, for tenderness she had none:
Ne'er knew what Love was like, nor how he bare
A bow, and arrows to make young maids smart:
Proof to all speech, all access, seemed her heart.
"If the Moon On the Skies..."
© Anna Akhmatova
If the moon on the skies does not roam,
But cools, like a seal above,
My dead husband enters the home
To read the letters of love.
IV: Rouge Gagne
© Emily Dickinson
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I,
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the Victory!
In a mountain village
© Saigyo
In a mountain village
at autumns end
thats where you learn
what sadness means
in the blast of the wintry wind.
Italy : 5. The Descent
© Samuel Rogers
My mule refreshed -- and, let the truth be told,
He was nor dull nor contradictory,
But patient, diligent, and sure of foot,
Shunning the loose stone on the precipice,
I approach and I withdraw
© Sor Juana Ines de la Cruz
(Español)
Me acerco y me retiro:
¿quién sino yo hallar puedo
a la ausencia en los ojos
la presencia en lo lejos?
Is Life Worth Living?
© Alfred Austin
Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As Spring revives the year,
I Was Again Beside Thee In A Dream
© Mathilde Blind
I was again beside thee in a dream:
Earth was so beautiful, the moon was shining;
The muffled voice of many a cataract stream
Came like a love-song, as, with arms entwining,
Our hearts were mixed in unison supreme.
In The Carolinas
© Wallace Stevens
The lilacs wither in the Carolinas.
Already the butterflies flutter above the cabins.
Already the new-born children interpret love
In the voices of mothers.
It Shall Be, Then, Upon A Summer's Day
© Paul Verlaine
It shall be, then, upon a summer's day:
The sun, my joy's accomplice, bright shall shine,
And add, amid your silk and satin fine,
To your dear radiance still another ray;
Integer Vitae
© Thomas Campion
THE man of life upright,
Whose guiltless heart is free
From all dishonest deeds,
Or thought of vanity;
Interlude
© William Ernest Henley
O, the fun, the fun and frolic
That The Wind that Shakes the Barley
Scatters through a penny-whistle
Tickled with artistic fingers!
In The French Translation Of Lucan, By Monsieur De Brebeuf
© Andrew Marvell
C'est de luy que nous vient cet Art ingenieux
De peindre la Parole, et deparler aua Yeux;
Et, parles traits divers de figures tracees,
Donner de la couleur et du corps aux pensees.
Into The Golden Vessel Of Great Song
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
Into the golden vessel of great song
Let us pour all our passion; breast to breast
In Quest
© John Greenleaf Whittier
Have I not voyaged, friend beloved, with thee
On the great waters of the unsounded sea,
