Poems begining by I
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In The Days When The World Was Wide
© Henry Lawson
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow,
For little is new where the crowds resort, and less where the wanderers go;
Greater, or smaller, the same old things we see by the dull road-side --
And tired of all is the spirit that sings
of the days when the world was wide.
Infinitely
© Emile Verhaeren
The hounds of despair, the hounds of the autumnal wind,
Gnaw with their howling the black echoes of evenings.
The darkness, immensely, gropes in the emptiness
For the moon, seen by the light of water.
I'll tell you what you Wanderers
© Henry Lawson
I'll tell you what you wanderers, who drift from town to town;
Don't look into a good girl's eyes, until you've settled down.
It's hard to go away alone and leave old chums behind-
It's hard to travel steerage when your tastes are more refined-
In the Storm that is to come
© Henry Lawson
By our place in the midst of the furthest seas we were fated to stand alone -
When the nations fly at each other's throats let Australia look to her own;
Let her spend her gold on the barren west, let her keep her men at home;
For the South must look to the South for strength in the storm that is to come.
In the Street
© Henry Lawson
Where the needle-woman toils
Through the night with hand and brain,
Till the sickly daylight shudders like a spectre at the pain
Till her eyes seem to crawl,
And her brain seems to creep
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,
© Henry Lawson
If you fancy that your people came of better stock than mine,
If you hint of higher breeding by a word or by a sign,
If you're proud because of fortune or the clever things you do --
Then I'll play no second fiddle: I'm a prouder man than you!
Is It For Now Or For Always
© Philip Larkin
Is it for now or for always,
The world hangs on a stalk?
Is it a trick or a trysting-place,
The woods we have found to walk?
If You Would Please Me
© Edgar Albert Guest
If you would please me when I've passed away
Let not your grief embitter you. Be brave;
I Remember, I Remember
© Philip Larkin
Coming up England by a different line
For once, early in the cold new year,
We stopped, and, watching men with number plates
Sprint down the platform to familiar gates,
'Why, Coventry!' I exclaimed. 'I was born here.'
Inscription on a Grotto, the Work of Nine Ladies.
© Alexander Pope
Here, shunning idleness at once and praise,
This radiant pile nine rural sisters raise;
In Early May
© Bliss William Carman
O MY dear, the world to-day
Is more lovely than a dream!
Magic hints from far away
Haunt the woodland, and the stream
I Have Started To Say
© Philip Larkin
I have started to say
"A quarter of a century"
Or "thirty years back"
About my own life.
If Hands Could Free You, Heart
© Philip Larkin
If hands could free you, heart,
Where would you fly?
Far, beyond every part
Of earth this running sky
If, After I Die
© Fernando António Nogueira Pessoa
If, after I die, they should want to write my biography,
There's nothing simpler.
I've just two dates - of my birth, and of my death.
In between the one thing and the other all the days are
mine.
In the Hour of Trial
© James Montgomery
In the hour of trial, Jesus, plead for me,
Lest by base denial I depart from Thee.
When Thou seest me waver, with a look recall,
Nor for fear or favor suffer me to fall.
Impression de Voyage
© Oscar Wilde
The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
If
© Yahia Lababidi
If there were more than one of me
I'd shave my head and grow my beard
I'd be a Doctor of Theology
Inscription For A Vase
© John Kenyon
In elder Greece, where fostering liberty
Nursed kindling Genius to adventure high,
It's Good To Have a Friend Like You!
© Faye Diane Kilday
It's good to have a friend like you,Whose friendship is sincere and true!Someone to lend a helping hand,To care for me and understand.
When I am feeling sad and blue,It's good to have a friend like you,To help me sort my troubles out,And clear my mind of fear and doubt.
It's good to have a friend like you,Just thinking of the things we do,Sharing secrets, cups of tea...Life is good when you're with me!
Fun loving, kind, sincere and true,These words describe a friend...like you! © Faye Kilday 1999
Idea LIII: To the River Ancor
© Michael Drayton
Clear Ancor, on whose silver-sanded shore
My soul-shrin'd saint, my fair Idea lies,
O blessed brook, whose milk-white swans adore
Thy crystal stream, refined by her eyes,
