Poems begining by I
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 99
© Alfred Tennyson
Who wakenest with thy balmy breath
To myriads on the genial earth,
Memories of bridal, or of birth,
And unto myriads more, of death.
Iona: The Graves Of The Kings
© Robinson Jeffers
I wish not to lie here.
There's hardly a plot of earth not blessed for burial, but here
One might dream badly.
Improvisations: Light And Snow: 03
© Conrad Aiken
The first bell is silver,
And breathing darkness I think only of the long scythe of time.
In Heavenly Love Abiding
© Anna Laetitia Waring
In heavenly love abiding, no change my heart shall fear.
And safe in such confiding, for nothing changes here.
The storm may roar without me, my heart may low be laid,
But God is round about me, and can I be dismayed?
In thankfull acknowledgment for the letters I received from my husband ovt of England.
© Anne Bradstreet
O thou that hear'st the Prayers of Thine,
And 'mongst them hast regarded Mine,
I Have Been To Hy-Brasail
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
I have been to Hy-Brasail,
And the Land of Youth have seen,
Much laughter have I heard there,
And birds amongst the green.
"In a crystal whirlpool, such steepness!"
© Osip Emilevich Mandelstam
In a crystal whirlpool, such steepness!
Behind us the sienna mountains stand out,
Jagged cathedrals of raving mad cliffs
Are suspended in the air,
Where there is wool and silence.
"I used to be afraid to meet"
© Lesbia Harford
I used to be afraid to meet
The lovers going down our street.
I'd try to shrink to half my size
And blink and turn away my eyes
In Your Absence by Judith Harris: American Life in Poetry #157 Ted Kooser, U.S. Poet Laureate 2004-2
© Ted Kooser
From your school days you may remember A. E. Housman's poem that begins, âLoveliest of trees, the cherry now/ Is hung with bloom along the bough.â? Here's a look at a blossoming cherry, done 120 years later, on site among the famous cherry trees of Washington, by D.C. poet Judith Harris.
In Your Absence
Not yet summer,
but unseasonable heat
pries open the cherry tree.
If You But Knew
© Mathilde Blind
Ah, if you knew how soon and late
My eyes long for a sight of you,
Sometimes in passing by my gate
You'd linger until fall of dew,
If you but knew!
In The Deep Channel
© William Stafford
Setting a trotline after sundown
if we went far enough away in the night
sometimes up out of deep water
would come a secret-headed channel cat,
Indian Woman's Death-Song
© Felicia Dorothea Hemans
Non, je ne puis vivre avec un coeur brisé® Il faut que je retrouve la joie, et que je m'unisse aux esprits libres de l'air.
Bride of Messina,
Madame De Stael
Let not my child be a girl, for very sad is the life of a woman.
The Prairie.
Invocation
© François Coppée
Enfant blonde aux doux yeux, ô rose de Norvège,
Qu'un jour j'ai rencontrée aux bords du bleu Léman,
Cygne pur émigré de ton climat de neige!
Inscription For An Eagles Foot
© John Kenyon
BROUGHT TO ENGLAND BY SIR CHARLES FELLOWS, AND NOW PART OF THE FURNITURE OF HIS LIBRARY TABLE.
MeLycia nursed amid her blaze of day;
Impressions II. La Fuite De La Lune
© Oscar Wilde
TO outer senses there is peace,
A dreamy peace on either hand,
Deep silence in the shadowy land,
Deep silence where the shadows cease.
I have never seen
© Emily Dickinson
I have never seen "Volcanoes"
But, when Travellers tell
How those oldphlegmatic mountains
Usually so still
Ilicet
© Algernon Charles Swinburne
THERE is an end of joy and sorrow;
Peace all day long, all night, all morrow,
But never a time to laugh or weep.
The end is come of pleasant places,
The end of tender words and faces,
The end of all, the poppied sleep.
