Poems begining by I
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I Am a Victim of Telephone
© Allen Ginsberg
When I lie down to sleep dream the Wishing Well it rings
"Have you a new play for the broken down theater?"
I Am A Parcel Of Vain Strivings Tied
© Henry David Thoreau
I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
By a chance bond together,
Dangling this way and that, their links
Were made so loose and wide,
Methinks,
For milder weather.
In Summer.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
How plain and height
With dewdrops are bright!
How pearls have crown'd
The plants all around!
Idyll.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
And dances' soft measure,
With rapture commingled
And sweet choral song.
It's September
© Edgar Albert Guest
It's September, and the orchards are afire with red and gold,
And the nights with dew are heavy, and the morning's sharp with cold;
Now the garden's at its gayest with the salvia blazing red
And the good old-fashioned asters laughing at us from their bed;
Once again in shoes and stockings are the children's little feet,
And the dog now does his snoozing on the bright side of the street.
In The Prison Pen
© Herman Melville
Listless he eyes the palisades
And sentries in the glare;
'Tis barren as a pelican-beach
But his world is ended there.
Influence
© Ada Cambridge
So do our brooding thoughts and deep desires
Grow in our souls, we know not how or why;
Grope for we know not what, all blind and dumb.
So, when the time is ripe, and one aspires
To free his thought in speech, ours hear the cry,
And to full birth and instant knowledge come.
If We Had Met
© Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
If we had met when leaves were green,
And fate to us less hard had proved,
And naught had been of what has been,
We might have loved as none have loved.
In the Beck
© Kathleen Raine
There is a fish, that quivers in the pool,
itself a shadow, but its shadow, clear.
Catch it again and again, it still is there.
Is it Well with the Child?
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
SAFE where I cannot die yet,
Safe where I hope to lie too,
Safe from the fume and the fret;
You, and you,
In The Willow Shade
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I sat beneath a willow tree,
Where water falls and calls;
While fancies upon fancies solaced me,
Some true, and some were false.
In Progress
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Ten years ago it seemed impossible
That she should ever grow so calm as this,
With self-remembrance in her warmest kiss
And dim dried eyes like an exhausted well.
Impression - Le Reveillon
© Oscar Wilde
The sky is laced with fitful red,
The circling mists and shadows flee,
The dawn is rising from the sea,
Like a white lady from her bed.
In An Artist's Studio
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
One face looks out from all his canvasses,
One selfsame figure sits or walks or leans;
We found her hidden just behind those screens,
That mirror gave back all her loveliness.
I Saw My Friend At The Front Door
© Anna Akhmatova
I saw my friend to the front door
I stood in the golden dust.
In The Manner Of G.S.
© Giorgos Seferis
Strange people! they say they're in Attica but they're really nowhere;
they buy sugared almonds to get married
they carry hair tonic, have their photographs taken
the man I saw today sitting against a background of pigeons and flowers
let the hands of the old photographer smoothe away the
wrinkles left on his face by all the birds in the sky.
In August
© Hamlin Garland
And the locusts in brazen chorus, cry
Like stricken things, and the ring-dove's note
Sobs on in the dim distance.
