Poems begining by I
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Image From D'Orleans
© Ezra Pound
Young men riding in the street
In the bright new season
Spur without reason
Causing their steeds to leap.
In The Harbour: Prelude
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As treasures that men seek,
Deep buried in sea-sands,
Vanish if they but speak,
And elude their eager hands,
In Memoriam A. H. H.: 105.
© Alfred Tennyson
Let cares that petty shadows cast,
By which our lives are chiefly proved,
A little spare the night I loved,
And hold it solemn to the past.
Italy : 16. St. Mark's Rest
© Samuel Rogers
Over how many tracts, vast, measureless,
Ages on ages roll, and none appear
Save the wild hunter ranging for his prey;
While on this spot of earth, the work of man,
I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings...
© Boris Pasternak
I grew. Foul weather, dreams, forebodings
Were bearing me - a Ganymede -
Away from earth; distress was growing
Like wings - to spread, to hold, to lead.
Intaglio - Frank Denz
© Henry Kendall
Oh, women and men who have known the perils of weather and wave,
It is sad that my sweet ones are blown under sea without shelter of grave;
I sob like a child in the night, when the gale on the waters is loud
My darlings went down in my sight, with neither a coffin nor shroud.
Ireland
© Francis Ledwidge
I called you by sweet names by wood and linn,
You answered not because my voice was new,
And you were listening for the hounds of Finn
And the long hosts of Lugh.
In Sleep
© Richard Francis Burton
NOT drowsihood and dreams and mere idless,
Nor yet the blessedness of strength regained,
"If I am to know how to restrain your hands"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
If I am to know how to restrain your hands,
If I am to betray the tender, salty lips,
I must wait for daybreak in the dense acropolis.
How I hate those ancient weeping timbers .
In The Dusky Path Of A Dream
© Rabindranath Tagore
IN the dusky path of a dream I went to seek the love who was mine in a former life.
In The Night
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
In the silent midnight watches,
When the earth was clothed in gloom,
Invocation
© Mathilde Blind
BREATHE thro' me in music,
Spirit of the time!
Pregnant with the future,
Spirit of the time!
I rosebecause He sank
© Emily Dickinson
I rosebecause He sank
I thought it would be opposite
But when his power dropped
My Soul grew straight.
In Southern Seas
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
In southern seas we sailed, my love and I,
In southern seas.
I Don't Know If You're Alive Or Dead
© Anna Akhmatova
I don't know if you're alive or dead.
Can you on earth be sought,
Or only when the sunsets fade
Be mourned serenely in my thought?
It was an April morning: fresh and clear
© William Wordsworth
It was an April morning: fresh and clear
The Rivulet, delighting in its strength,
I Would Like To Describe
© Zbigniew Herbert
I would like to describe the simplest emotion
joy or sadness
but not as others do
reaching for shafts of rain or sun
In Memoriam A. H. H. 116
© Alfred Tennyson
Yet less of sorrow lives in me
For days of happy commune dead;
Less yearning for the friendship fled,
Than some strong bond which is to be.
Incoherencias
© Amado Ruiz de Nervo
Yo tuve un ideal, ¿en dónde se halla?
Albergué una virtud, ¿por qué se ha ido?
Fui templado, ¿do está mi recia malla?
¿En qué campo sangriento de batalla
me dejaron asi, triste y vencido?
I Would I Were A Child
© George MacDonald
I would I were a child,
That I might look, and laugh, and say, My Father!
And follow thee with running feet, or rather
Be led through dark and wild!
