Poems begining by I
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Io v'amo sol perche (I Love You Simply Because)
© Torquato Tasso
Io v'amo sol perchè voi siete bella,
e perchè vuol mia stella,
non ch'io speri da voi, dolce mio bene,
altro che pene.
Ihr Slummer
© Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock
Sie schläft. O gieß ihr, Schlummer, geflügeltes
Balsamisch Leben über ihr sanftes Herz!
I Have A Rendezvous With Life
© Countee Cullen
I have a rendezvous with Life,
In days I hope will come,
In Collins Street
© George Essex Evans
I stood in the heart of the city street,
I felt the throb of her pulses beat,
In November (1)
© Archibald Lampman
The leafless forests slowly yield
To the thick-driving snow. A little while
And night shall darken down. In shouting file
The woodmen's carts go by me homeward-wheeled,
In Memory of General Grant
© Henry Abbey
WHITE wings of commerce sailing far,
Hot steam that drives the weltering wheel,
In memory Of George Calderon
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Wisdom and Valour, Faith,
Justice,--the lofty names
Of virtue's quest and prize,--
What is each but a cold wraith
Until it lives in a man
And looks thro' a man's eyes?
Interlude
© Dame Edith Sitwell
Mid this hot green glowing gloom
A word falls with a raindrop's boom...
Like baskets of ripe fruit in air
The bird-songs seem, suspended where
I know The Music (unfinished)
© Wilfred Owen
All sounds have been as music to my listening:
Pacific lamentations of slow bells,
The crunch of boots on blue snow rosy-glistening,
Shuffle of autumn leaves; and all farewells:
I Gave My Heart To A Woman
© William Ernest Henley
I gave my heart to a woman
I gave it her, branch and root.
She bruised, she wrung, she tortured,
She cast it under foot.
"I have to make a soul for one"
© Lesbia Harford
I have to make a soul for one
Who lost his soul in childhood's hour.
And I'm not surenot really sure
If I have power.
In Fervent Praise Of Picnics
© James Whitcomb Riley
Picnics is fun 'at's purty hard to beat.
I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than _eat_.
I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than go
With our Char_lot_ty to the Trick-Dog Show.
In An English Garden
© Paul Laurence Dunbar
Beside the wall, the slim Laburnum grows
And flings its golden flow'rs to every breeze.
But e'en among such soothing sights as these,
I pant and nurse my soul-devouring woes.
Of all the longings that our hearts wot of,
There is no hunger like the want of love!
Italy : 14. Venice
© Samuel Rogers
There is a glorious City in the Sea.
The Sea is in the broad, the narrow streets,
Ebbing and flowing; and the salt sea-weed
Clings to the marble of her palaces.
In 1969
© Larry Levis
Some called it the Summer of Love, & although the clustered,
Motionless leaves that overhung the streets looked the same
As ever, the same as they did every summer, in 1967,
Anybody with three dollars could have a vision.
