There are 1213 Poems that have a first line beginning with "i"

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Old Prairie House Between Tulsa
and Bartlesville on US 75
By Diane Glancy

I cry your mercy—pity—love!—aye, love!
"I cry your mercy-pity-love! -aye, love!"
By John Keats

I have a yong suster
"I Have a Young Sister"
By Anonymous

I know that all beneath the moon decays,
"I know that all beneath the moon decays"
By William Drummond of Hawthornden

I loved you first: but afterwards your love
"I loved you first: but afterwards your love"
By Christina Rossetti

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;
"I saw a man pursuing the horizon"
By Stephen Crane

I saw my Lady weep,
"I saw my Lady weep"
By Anonymous

i was one of the skunks
"I was one of the skunks"
By Bernadette Mayer

I wish I could remember that first day,
"I wish I could remember that first day"
By Christina Rossetti

I'm the pen your lover writes with
"I'm the pen your lover writes with"
By Bernadette Mayer

If Cynthia be a queen, a princess, and supreme,
"If Cynthia Be a Queen, a Princess, and Supreme"
By Sir Walter Ralegh

Imagine Lucifer
"Imagine Lucifer..."
By Jack Spicer

It is the living who cannot
"It is the living who cannot"
By Hilda Morley

It was a lover and his lass,
"It Was a Lover and His Lass"
By William Shakespeare

It's such a shock, I almost screech,
"It's such a shock, I almost screech"
By William Cole

Itsy bitsy spider
"Itsy bitsy spider"
By Anonymous

I stumble down      around torn peaks
$$$Expensive Magic$$$
By Cedar Sigo

I never knew the earth had so much gold—
“Feuerzauber”
By Louis Untermeyer

It’s raining, it’s pouring,
“It's raining, it's pouring ... ”
By Anonymous

In my car, driving through Black Mountain,
“Que Sera Sera”
By A. Van Jordan

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day ,
'I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day'
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

I wore a large brim hat
1941
By Ruth Stone

i was leaving my fifty-eighth year
1994
By Lucille Clifton

I’m all alone in this world, she said,
50-50
By Langston Hughes

I am inside someone
An Agony. As Now.
By Amiri Baraka

In my youth, not unstaind
from Dante Études: Book Three: In My Youth Not Unstaind
By Robert Duncan

I am the man
Adam Means Earth*
By Samuel Menashe

I have always aspired to a more spacious form
Ars Poetica?
By Czeslaw Milosz

I have led her home, my love, my only friend,
Maud XVIII: I have led her Home, my love, my only friend
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I.
Trois Morceaux en Forme de Poire
By Brenda Hillman

I tell thee, Dick, where I have been,
from A Ballad Upon A Wedding
By Sir John Suckling

I have no wit, no words, no tears;
A Better Resurrection
By Christina Rossetti

I have sown beside all waters in my day.
A Black Man Talks of Reaping
By Arna Bontemps

I have a twin who bears my name;
A Charm
By David Ferry

In visions of the dark night
A Dream
By Edgar Allan Poe

In Aesop’s tales an honest wretch we find,
A Fable
By Matthew Prior

If one could have that little head of hers
A Face
By Robert Browning

In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
A Forsaken Garden
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

I like you, Mrs. Fry! I like your name!
A Friendly Address
By Thomas Hood

I will have been walking away:
A Kind of Villanelle
By Joyce Sutphen

I am unable, yonder beggar cries,
A Lame Begger
By John Donne

It’s up and away from our work to-day,
A Lay of the Links
By Arthur Conan Doyle

I like to read a
A Little Book
By Ruth Lilly

I know a little language of my cat, though Dante says
A Little Language
By Robert Duncan

I don’t remember exactly when Budberg died, it was either two years
A Magic Mountain
By Czeslaw Milosz

I listened to them talking, talking,
A Man
By Louis Untermeyer

I
A Man's Requirements
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

In the last days of the fourth world I wished to make a map for
A Map to the Next World
By Joy Harjo

I don’t like what the world has become.
A Mysterious Heart
By Chase Twichell

Ice on the puddles,
A Negative of Snow
By Chase Twichell

In such a night, when every louder wind
A Nocturnal Reverie
By Anne Finch, Countess of Winchilsea

If today and today I am calling aloud
A Panic That Can Still Come Upon Me
By Peter Gizzi

If Mary came would Mary
A Penitent Considers Another Coming of Mary
By Gwendolyn Brooks

I was living in San Francisco
A Phonecall from Frank O’Hara
By Anne Waldman

If it takes me all day,
A Poet’s Poem
By Brenda Shaughnessy

I was angry with my friend.
A Poison Tree
By William Blake

I think I know what sort of person I am.

A Position at the University
By Lydia Davis

I've got a rocket
A Rocket in My Pocket
By Anonymous

It’s a kitchen. Its curtains fill
A Room in the Past
By Ted Kooser

I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
a song in the front yard
By Gwendolyn Brooks

I that have been a lover, and could show it,
A Sonnet to the Noble Lady, the Lady Mary Wroth
By Ben Jonson

It’s my lunch hour, so I go
A Step Away from Them
By Frank O'Hara

I
A Swimmer's Dream
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

I Recto
A Tapestry for Bayeux
By George Starbuck

It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands,
A Thought of the Nile
By Leigh Hunt

I was looking for your hair,
A un Desconocido
By Lorna Dee Cervantes

I’ll tell thee now (dear Love) what thou shalt do
A Valediction of the Book
By John Donne

I cut the deck
A Valentine for Ben Franklin Who Drives a Truck in California
By Diane Wakoski

If I close my eyes now, I can still see them
A World of Light
By John Reibetanz

In the undergrowth
About the Bloath
By Shel Silverstein

It is portentous, and a thing of state
Abraham Lincoln Walks at Midnight
By Vachel Lindsay

I first discovered what was killing these men.
Absalom
By Muriel Rukeyser

In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin,
Absalom and Achitophel
By John Dryden

I
Abundance
By John Ciardi

I was ready for all that might happen
Abyss
By Pierre Reverdy

I have been one acquainted with the night.
Acquainted with the Night
By Robert Frost

If endear is earned
Acts of Love
By Pam Rehm

I wish we could control this revolting
Addiction
By A. F. Moritz

I’m a tranquilizer.
Advertisement
By Wisława Szymborska

I can’t touch you.
After Summer Fell Apart
By Yusef Komunyakaa

I realise it’s not all salad sandwiches
Against Naturism
By Roddy Lumsden

I’ll wander these streets until I’m dead tired,
Agony
By Cesare Pavese

Imagine waking
Agoraphobia
By Linda Pastan

I sing the man that never equal knew,
Alexandreis
By Anne Killigrew

It was because of the bowl and
All Reason and No Rhyme
By Joyce Sutphen

In the chill rains of the early winter I hear something—
All the Dead Soldiers
By Thomas McGrath

I wanted stockings, makeup, store-bought clothes;
All-American Girl
By Julia Alvarez

If I must worry about how
Allow Me
By Chungmi Kim

In 1963 the morning probably seemed harmless enough
to sign on the dotted line as the insurance man
talked to my parents for over an hour
around a coffee table about our future.
This roof wasn't designed to withstand meteors
he told my father, who back then had a brush haircut
that made his ears stick out, his moods
still full of passion, still willing to listen,
my mother with her beehive hairdo,
smiling back at him, all three of them
wanting so much to make the fine print
of the world work. They laughed
and smoked, and after they led the man
politely to the door, my parents returned
to the living room and danced in the afternoon light,
the phonograph playing Frank Sinatra,
the green Buick's payments up to date,
five-hundred dollars safely in the bank—
later that evening, his infallible common sense
ready to protect us from a burst pipe or dry rot,
my father waded up to his ankles in water,
a V of sweat on the back of his shirt.
Something loomed deeper than any basement
on our block, larger than he was,
a fear he could not admit was unsolvable
with a monkey wrench or a handshake and a little money down.
American Future
By Peter Bethanis

I have fallen in love with American names,
American Names
By Stephen Vincent Benét

I joy to see how in your drawen work,
Amoretti LXXI: I joy to see how in your drawen work
By Edmund Spenser

In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth,
Amoretti XIII: "In that proud port, which her so goodly graceth"
By Edmund Spenser

If you can dress to make yourself attractive,
An “If” for Girls
By Elizabeth Lincoln Otis

In the groves of Africa from their natural wonder
An African Elegy
By Robert Duncan

I’ll go among the dead to see my friend.
An Afternoon at the Beach
By Edgar Bowers

I am in Rome, Vatican bells tolling
An Apartment with a View
By John Ciardi

I write my name as one,
An Autograph
By John Greenleaf Whittier

I
An Autumn Sunset
By Edith Wharton

I have seen the Brown Recluse Spider
An Epiphany
By Ted Kooser

It may be esoteric and perverse
An Equation for My Children
By Wilmer Mills

In Virgynë the sweltrie sun gan sheene,
An Excelente Balade of Charitie
By Thomas Chatterton

Imagine a child from Virginia or New Hampshire
from An Explanation of America: A Love of Death
By Robert Pinsky

It’s hard being in love
An old story
By Bob Hicok

If you believe in the magic of language,
Anagrammer
By Peter Pereira

I rubbed wax crayon against blowing paper.
Anasazi, Ancient Enemies
By John Peck

In the morning of the tribe this name Ancapagari was given to
Ancapagari
By Carolyn Forché

It was a time when they were afraid of him.
Ancestor
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

It was so simple: you came back to me
And Day Brought Back My Night
By Geoffrey Brock

I
Androgyne, Mon Amour
By Tennessee Williams

I placed a jar in Tennessee,
from Anecdote of the Jar
By Wallace Stevens

I ask the open door
Anguish of Fate
By Pierre Reverdy

It’s wonderful how I jog
Animals Are Passing from Our Lives
By Philip Levine

It was many and many a year ago,
Annabel Lee
By Edgar Allan Poe

I said you could snuggle. That doesn’t mean
Anniversary
By Louise Glück

I was on the porch pinching back the lobelia
Another Story with a Burning Barn in It
By Lisa Olstein

I didn’t know and nobody told me and what
Apologies to All the People in Lebanon
By June Jordan

in the prayer ceremony of ocean
Apple and Brute Stone
By Bei Dao

I was trying to love matter.
Archaic Fragment
By Louise Glück

It wasn’t the bright hems of the Lord’s skirts
Arise, Go Down
By Li-Young Lee

I will enter you as hope enters me,
Ark
By Camille T. Dungy

I painted a phoenix in bright colors
As My Life is a Dream
By Chungmi Kim

Instead of having sex all the time I like to hold you and not get into some involved
Asking About You
By Eloise Klein Healy

It is most true, that eyes are formed to serve
Astrophel and Stella V: "It is most true, that eyes are formed to serve"
By Philip Sidney

I on my horse, and Love on me, doth try
Astrophel and Stella XLIX
By Philip Sidney

I might!—unhappy word—O me, I might,
Astrophel and Stella XXXIII
By Philip Sidney

In this writing mine

At Cross Purposes
By Samuel Menashe

I don’t care how God-damn smart
At the California Institute of Technology
By Richard Brautigan

I can’t keep my eyes off the poet’s
At the Poetry Reading
By John Brehm

In a coat of the lustrous skins of seals,
At the Station
By Herbert Morris

I have sat here happy in the gardens,
Au Vieux Jardin
By Richard Aldington

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Aubade
By Philip Larkin

I know my leaving in the breakfast table mess.
Aubade
By Amber Flora Thomas

It seemed as if we did not sleep
Aubade
By Dafydd ap Gwilym

I am leading a quiet life
Autobiography
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

I walk outside the stone wall
Autumn
By Samuel Menashe

In the Shreve High football stadium,
Autumn Begins in Martins Ferry, Ohio
By James Wright

In my great grandmother's time,
Autumn Sky
By Charles Simic

It wasn't bliss. What was bliss
“I have been a stranger in a strange land”
By Rita Dove

I was passionate,
“I was passionate ...”
By Lal Ded

If no love is, O God, what fele I so?
“If no love is, O God, what fele I so?”
By Petrarch

In Kyoto,
“In Kyoto ...”
By Bashō

In the old neighborhood, each funeral parlor
“Teach Us to Number Our Days”
By Rita Dove

I want a red dress.
“What Do Women Want?”
By Kim Addonizio

It cannot come
Balboa, the Entertainer
By Amiri Baraka

In Scarlet town, where I was born,
Barbara Allen
By Anonymous

i wanta say just gotta say something
Beautiful Black Men
By Nikki Giovanni

In winter I get up at night
Bed in Summer
By Robert Louis Stevenson

I
Before a Statue of Achilles
By George Santayana

In a morning coat,
Benjamin Banneker Helps to Build a City
By Jay Wright

It is the right time for hallucinations.
Benzene
By Donald Revell

I wake to the sound of water, and think,
Beside the Broad Dordogne
By Alan Feldman

If you bomb
Beyond Words
By Kevin Young

It’s all very well to dream of a dove that saves,
Birdwatchers of America
By Anthony Hecht

It snakes behind me, this invisible chain gang—
Black Mare
By Lynda Hull

I told the boy I found him under a bush.
Black Swan
By Brigit Pegeen Kelly

I run the comb through his lush hair,
Black Valentine
By Tess Gallagher

If it please God,
Blandeur
By Kay Ryan

I come, blood on blood,
Bloody Fate
By Miguel Hernández

I have seen enough blue-green
Blue
By Robert L. Jones

I.
Book of Isaiah
By Anne Carson

I tried one or two but they were stale
Box of Cigars
By Gerald Stern

If the red slayer think he slays,
Brahma
By Ralph Waldo Emerson

I wish I could find that skinny, long-beaked boy
Branch Library
By Edward Hirsch

I go down to the edge of the sea.
Breakage
By Mary Oliver

I am the blossom pressed in a book,
Briefly It Enters, Briefly Speaks
By Jane Kenyon

I
from Briggflatts
By Basil Bunting

I have met them in dark alleys, limping and one-armed;
Broken Promises
By David Kirby

I
Bronzes
By Carl Sandburg

I had a little brother
Brother
By Mary Ann Hoberman

I see you shuffle up Washington Street
Cabezón
By Amy Beeder

If all the trees in all the woods were men;
Cacoethes Scribendi
By Oliver Wendell Holmes

I, with whose colours Myra dress’d her head,
Caelica 22
By Fulke Greville

I have just returned from a visit to my pier
Call Me Pier
By Susan Firer

I had a small, nonspeaking part
Cameo Appearance
By Charles Simic

In Rome on the Campo dei Fiori
Campo dei Fiori
By Czeslaw Milosz

I am writing this on a strip of white birch bark
Canada
By Billy Collins

I count nineteen white blossoms
Canada Anemone
By Fleda Brown

If on your grandmother's birthday you burn a candle
Candles
By Carl Dennis

I was lying loose from God. Strange is it not best
Carnivorous
By Lucie Brock-Broido

I
Casualty
By Seamus Heaney

I’ve carved a cave in the mountainside.
Cave Dwellers
By A. Poulin

I know him, that man
Chance Meeting
By Susan Browne

It was the hornbill that spoke it.
Chant:
By Chris Abani

I
Chartres
By Edith Wharton

It’s like being lost
Chicken Pig
By Jennifer Michael Hecht

I worked the river’s slick banks, grabbling
Child on the Marsh
By Andrew Hudgins

I lay my head sideways on the desk,
Childhood Ideogram
By Larry Levis

It’s in the perilous boughs of the tree
Childhood’s Retreat
By Robert Duncan

It fortifies my blood
Chilli Catharsis
By John Kinsella

I go to the mountain side
Choices
By Tess Gallagher

I am sometimes the clarinet
Clarinet
By Terrance Hayes

In her hand the knife, brisk, brilliant as moon-claw,
Cleaning a Fish
By Dave Smith

Is it some turn of wind
Cliff Swallows
-Missouri Breaks
By Debra Nystrom

I don’t have any sentiments
Clinical Thermometer Set with Moonstone
By Alice Notley

I once hit clothespins
Clothespins
By Stuart Dybek

It seemed the kind of life we wanted.
Clouds Gathering
By Charles Simic

It is windy today. A wall of wind crashes against,
Cloudy Day
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

I
Coal
By Audre Lorde

I called you names, for the further processing of color or movement, all you were able to get into, a sort of blur. She leaned out against the water. Lay me down like anthozoa to anthozoa, with the other light things that brush against the earth. Breathe. Don't breathe. Breathe. A figure in a constellation was staring off. Did it turn up three days later, did it accept inside its body, a no for universal application, an only mine or yours? Gate One. Open your mouth. If you would only open your mouth. Gate Two. To bridle, to curb, to dam. Gate Three. Anagnorisis. Gate Four. Closed. Gate Five. Hold up. Gate Six. If everywhere that Mary went, the brain was public and exposed. Gate Seven. Do you mind, do you. Gate Eight. Fish moving in the boat's direction will be recorded in our diagram with the more substantial marks. Gate Nine. The rhythm and interval between objects. Gate Ten. Our simplest subject. Our lightest lights. Our darkest darks.
Communion
By Catherine Imbriglio

It was an icy day.
Complete Destruction
By William Carlos Williams

If what began (look far and wide) will end:
Conclusion
By John Frederick Nims

I seam towels for Dundee over in Georgia,
Confession in a Booth at the Hollow Log Lounge
By R. T. Smith

I’ve been here before, dreaming myself
Confluence
By Yusef Komunyakaa

I. Of Choice
Consequences
By William Meredith

I went for a walk over the dunes again this morning
Corsons Inlet
By A. R. Ammons

I try to think of the cup of a hand,
Country Love Song
By Melanie Almeder

It is an afternoon toward the end of August:
Courtesy
By David Ferry

In Stetson and calico vest, spandex
Cowgirl
By R. T. Smith

I could pick anything and think of you—
Cozy Apologia
By Rita Dove

I am the last woman off of the plane
Crash
By Elizabeth Alexander

I believe there is something else
Credo
By Matthew Rohrer

Instead of a cup of tea, instead of a milk-
Crepuscule with Muriel
By Marilyn Hacker

I Or Your Woman
Crest
By Frank Stanford

I.
Cruising 99
By Garrett Hongo

Inside I brought
Cups: 1
By Robin Blaser

If when my wife is sleeping
Danse Russe
By William Carlos Williams

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
Darkness
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)

It’s brief and bright, dear children; bright and brief.
Days of Our Years
By John Frederick Nims

I happen in
Deaf Night at O'Donnell's
By Art Nahill

I saw your picture
Dear Mr. Fanelli,
By Charles Bernstein

I hope you'll pardon the informality
Dear Mr. Merrill,
By Moira Egan

It has been so wet stones glaze in moss;
Dear One Absent This Long While
By Lisa Olstein

I hunt
Death Is Not As Natural As You Fags Seem to Think
By Amiri Baraka

It was there, the elemental center,
Deep Ulster
By Harry Clifton

It's little I care what path I take,
Departure
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

I
Depending on the Wind
By James Galvin

It seemed those rose-pink dishes
Depression Glass
By Ted Kooser

I pour a coating of salt on the table
Design
By Billy Collins

It wasn't the earth that swallowed them. Was it the air?
Die Verschwundenen/The Vanished
By Hans Magnus Enzensberger

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
Dirge Without Music
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

I don’t mind the human race.
Discrimination
By Kenneth Rexroth

In the thirtieth year of life
from Doctor Drink, #1
By J. V. Cunningham

It’s like flying in your dreams, she said. You empty
Dog Woman
By Chris Abani

If, when studying road atlases
Domestic
By Carl Phillips

I set out from the Port of Acapulco on the twenty-third of March
Drake in the Southern Sea
By Ernesto Cardenal

It is always the same:
Dream of the Huntress
By Robin Robertson

in my younger years
Dreams
By Nikki Giovanni

I’ll go anywhere to leave you but come with me.
Drift
By Brenda Shaughnessy

I saw the hand of Rasputin
Drifting
By Shirley Kaufman

I am driving; it is dusk; Minnesota.
Driving toward the Lac Qui Parle River
By Robert Bly

In time and measure perfect moves
Dupont’s Round Fight (November, 1861)
By Herman Melville

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
By Walter Savage Landor

Is this what I was made for? Is the world that fits
Early Morning in Milwaukee
By John Koethe

In his fifth year the son, deep in the backseat
Early Occult Memory Systems of the Lower Midwest
By B. H. Fairchild

I have met them at close of day
Easter, 1916
By William Butler Yeats

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
Eating Poetry
By Mark Strand

I know my friend is going,
Eating Together
By Kim Addonizio

In the steamer is the trout
Eating Together
By Li-Young Lee

I know what my heart is like
Ebb
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

is music    is men
Eddie Priest’s Barbershop & Notary
By Kevin Young

i. “I am the sign of the Letter, / . . .”
Eden Tiresias
By Brian Teare

In ’29 before the dust storms
Eden, Then and Now
By Ruth Stone

If, in an odd angle of the hutment,
Eighth Air Force
By Randall Jarrell

I was thy neighbour once, thou rugged Pile!
Elegiac Stanzas Suggested by a Picture of Peele Castle in a Storm, Painted by Sir George Beaumont
By William Wordsworth

In summer’s heat and mid-time of the day
Elegies, Book One, 5
By Christopher Marlowe

I wish I was the gardener whose tears
Elegy
By Miguel Hernández

I am writing now in preconceptions
Elegy
By Lyn Hejinian

I.
Elegy for a Soldier
By Marilyn Hacker

I love sweets,—
Ellen West
By Frank Bidart

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:
Elm
By Sylvia Plath

In these deep solitudes and awful cells,
Eloisa to Abelard
By Alexander Pope

In love it may be dangerous
Elusive Time
By James Laughlin

It’s a wave, isn’t it? Not a particle.
Embarrassment
By Brenda Shaughnessy

If we could get the hang of it entirely
Entirely
By Louis MacNeice

If wisdom, as it seems it is,
from Epigrams: A Journal, #8
By J. V. Cunningham

It ever was allow’d, dear Madam,
Epistle to Mrs. Tyler
By Christopher Smart

I accompany this life’s events like a personal journalist:
Eschatology
By Sandra McPherson

In the valley of your art history book,
Etching of the Plague Years
By Mary Karr

I just had the old Dodge in the shop
Eternity Blues
By Hayden Carruth

I
Eurydice
By H. D.

In one dream I am made watchful.
Eve Considers the Possibility of Pardon
By John Engels

I have forgotten the words,
Evening Angelus
By Joyce Sutphen

I asked my father,
Evening Practice
By D. Nurkse

It begins with the lewd macarena
Every Day We Are Dancers
By Mitch Roberson

I chose the place where I would rest
Exile
By Marjorie Pickthall

It goes on being Alexandria still. Just walk a bit
Exiles
By C. P. Cavafy

I
Experience
By Edith Wharton

It had almost nothing to do with sex.
Eyes Like Leeks
By Linda Gregerson

Ink-black, but moving independently
Fable of the Ant and the Word
By Mary Barnard

It was midday before we noticed it was morning.
Faith
By David Baker

It was Sunday, before dinner.
Faith, Dogma, and Heresy
By Frank Stanford

I
from Fanny
By Fitz-Greene Halleck

I have not ever seen my father’s grave.
Father Son and Holy Ghost
By Audre Lorde

In fall when we went the roads
Fear
By Dara Wier

I must have left a fingerprint, a molecule of oil,
February Sky
By Bruce Smith

I wouldn't say I was dying for it.
Feeding the Ducks at the Howard Johnson Motel
By Susan Mitchell

I
Fib to a Knit Dweeb
By Mary Roberts

I laid the strewings, darling, on thine urn;
Fifteen Epitaphs I
By Louise Imogen Guiney

I was four in this photograph fishing
Fifth Grade Autobiography
By Rita Dove

I love you from the sharp tang of the fermentation;
Firefly Under the Tongue
By Coral Bracho

I ne’er was struck before that hour
First Love
By John Clare

I like to touch your tattoos in complete
First Poem for You
By Kim Addonizio

In the end, he has to teach them everything,
Firstborn
By Kurt S. Olsson

In the dregs of the year, all steam and rain,
Firstlings
By Louise Imogen Guiney

I. He Thinks of the Chinese Snake Who Is the Beginning and the End
Five Accounts of a Monogamous Man
By William Meredith

In a side booth at MacDonald’s before your music class
Food
By Brenda Hillman

I see the ships, the plotted crash,
For a Girl Killed at Sea
By Calvin Thomas

I've watched his eyelids sag, spring open
For a Student Sleeping in a Poetry Workshop
By David Wagoner

Is there, for honest poverty,
For a' That and a' That
By Robert Burns

I have seen those Indians in their birch canoes,
For John Muir, a Century and More After His Time
By Janet Loxley Lewis

It is not poetry you fear, but poets,
For Micha's Mother, Who Signs
By Robert A. Fink

I dreamt last night
For No Clear Reason
By Robert Creeley

I call to them
For the Animals
By Lawrence Raab

I remember the greasy moon floating
For the Sleepwalkers
By Edward Hirsch

I hate your hills white with dogwood
For the South
By Neal Bowers

It was never in the planning,
For Virginia Chavez
By Lorna Dee Cervantes

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Four Sonnets (1922)
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

I know a place where the sun is like gold,
Four-Leaf Clover
By Ella Higginson

I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave!
Fra Lippo Lippi
By Robert Browning

I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
Fragment 2: I know 'tis but a Dream, yet feel more anguish
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

I don’t like doing homework,
Freddie
By Phil Bolsta

It mounts at sea, a concave wall
From the Wave
By Thom Gunn

in our village are short and to the point.
Funerals
By James Laughlin

I know the origin of rocks, settling
Geology
By Bob King

In speaking of ‘aspiration,’
George Moore
By Marianne Moore

I feel myself in need
George Moses Horton, Myself
By George Moses Horton

I wonder what I would have said
George Washington’s Birthday: Wondering
By Bobbi Katz

I was a little boy, at home with strangers.
Ghana Calls
By W. E. B. Du Bois

I’ll do what I must if I’m bold in real time.
Ghazal
By Agha Shahid Ali

I want to find my way back to her,
Girl in a Library
By Gail Mazur

If your bearded friend
Girlhood
By Jonathan Galassi

In the Cubano diner, tiny cups
Glass-Bottom Boat
By Elizabeth Spires

I made up a story for myself once,
Gloves
By Jose Angel Araguz

In his malodorous brain what slugs and mire,
God
By Isaac Rosenberg

I, peregrine of noon.
God of Roads
By Yvor Winters

In Memory Of. In Fondest Recollection Of.
God’s Acre
By Conrad Aiken

I cut / / / / /
Grafik
By Juan Felipe Herrera

I forgot to tell you it's almost time to go.
Grand Central, Track 23
By Elizabeth Skurnick

It is not 1937 for long. A clump of ash trees and a walk
Grand Illusion
By Norman Dubie

I don’t know somehow it seems sufficient
Gravelly Run
By A. R. Ammons

It is true that, older than man and ages to outlast him, the Pacific surf
Gray Weather
By Robinson Jeffers

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
Grief
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Inside a cave in a narrow canyon near Tassajara
Hands
By Robinson Jeffers

I am fourteen
Hanging Fire
By Audre Lorde

If but some vengeful god would call to me
Hap
By Thomas Hardy

I hear the halting footsteps of a lass
Harlem Shadows
By Claude McKay

I HEARD a woman's lips
Harrison Street Court
By Carl Sandburg

is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
Having a Coke with You
By Frank O'Hara

It's neither red
Heart to Heart
By Rita Dove

It’s my favorite photo—
Heaven, 1963
By Kim Noriega

In the month of the long decline of roses
Hendecasyllabics
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

If I am in the house
Her House
By Constance Urdang

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
Her Kind
By Anne Sexton

I HAVE INHERITED
Heritage
By Paul Engle

I have heard the horn of Roland goldly screaming
Hero
By Paul Engle

It lies not in our power to love or hate,
from Hero and Leander: "It lies not in our power to love or hate"
By Christopher Marlowe

I am that which began;
Hertha
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

I drift into the sound of wind,
Hesitation Theory
By Reginald Shepherd

I hear it at night
Hey, Ma, Something’s under My Bed
By Joan Horton

I would to God, that mine old age might have
His Wish to God
By Robert Herrick

I am four in this photograph, standing
History Lesson
By Natasha Trethewey

It used to be more private—just the
Holy Shit
By Peter Pereira

I am a little world made cunningly
Holy Sonnets: I am a little world made cunningly
By John Donne

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
Holy Sonnets: If poisonous minerals, and if that tree
By John Donne

Is this a holy thing to see
Holy Thursday: Is this a holy thing to see
By William Blake

It’s alot like a cave full of pictures
Homage to H & the Speedway Diner
By Bernadette Mayer

It takes a heap o’ livin’ in a house t’ make it home,
Home
By Edgar Albert Guest

If I were doing my Laundry I’d wash my dirty Iran
Homework
By Allen Ginsberg

I couldn’t see in this light
Hotel
By Lorna Dee Cervantes

It was a very little while and they had gone in front of it. It was that they had liked it would it bear. It was a very much adjoined a follower. Flower of an adding where a follower.
Hotel François 1^er
By Gertrude Stein

If you have a house
House: Some Instructions
By Grace Paley

In Indianapolis they drive
How Evolution Came to Indiana
By Philip Appleman

It was like soul-kissing, the way the words
How I Discovered Poetry
By Marilyn Nelson

In thy springs, O Zion, are the water wheels
How to Do Things With Tears
By Allen Grossman

I
How to Enter a Big City
By Thomas James Merton

I was playing in the street
How We Were Introduced
By Zbigniew Herbert

If you write a poem about love ...
Human Beauty
By Albert Goldbarth

I
Hurt Hawks
By Robinson Jeffers

I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;
Hymn to Proserpine (After the Proclamation in Rome of the Christian Faith)
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Hymn to the Night
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I praise those ancient Chinamen
Hymnus Ad Patrem Sinensis
By Philip Whalen

It only takes one night with the wind on its knees
Hysteria
By Dionisio D. Martinez

I abide and abide and better abide,
I Abide and Abide and Better Abide
By Thomas Wyatt

I am a parcel of vain strivings tied
I Am a Parcel of Vain Strivings Tied
By Henry David Thoreau

I am an atheist who says his prayers.
I Am an Atheist Who Says His Prayers
By Karl Shapiro

Is everything a field of energy caused
I Am But A Traveler in This Land & Know Little of Its Ways
By Dean Young

I am learning to abandon the world
I Am Learning To Abandon the World
By Linda Pastan

I am merely posing for a photograph.
I Am Merely Posing for a Photograph
By Juan Felipe Herrera

I am offering this poem to you,
I Am Offering this Poem
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

I kening through Astronomy Divine
I am the Living Bread: Meditation Eight: John 6:51
By Edward Taylor

I am the only being whose doom
I Am the Only Being Whose Doom
By Emily Jane Brontë

I am the people—the mob—the crowd—the mass.
I am the People, the Mob
By Carl Sandburg

I had just won $115 from the headshakers and
I Am Visited by an Editor and a Poet
By Charles Bukowski

I am waiting for my case to come up
I Am Waiting
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
I Am!
By John Clare

It’s my belief that every man
I Believe
By Robert W. Service

I went over the other day
i can't stay in the same room with that woman for five minutes
By Charles Bukowski

I care not for these ladies,
I Care Not for These Ladies
By Thomas Campion

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
By E. E. Cummings

I close my eyes like a good little boy at night in bed,
I Close My Eyes
By David Ignatow

I could not tell I had jumped off that bus,
I Could Not Tell
By Sharon Olds

I dreamed that I was old: in stale declension
I Dreamed That I Was Old
By Stanley Kunitz

I dreamed that in a city dark as Paris
I Dreamed that in a City Dark as Paris
By Louis Simpson

I dwell in Possibility –
I dwell in Possibility – (466)
By Emily Dickinson

I eat my peas with honey;
I Eat My Peas with Honey
By Anonymous

I feel horrible. She doesn’t
I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t
By Richard Brautigan

I feel sorry for the butterflies
I feel sorry
By Marin Sorescu

I felt a Funeral in my Brain,
I felt a Funeral in my Brain
By Emily Dickinson

I find no peace, and all my war is done.
I Find no Peace
By Thomas Wyatt

I found a four-leaf clover
I Found a Four-Leaf Clover
By Jack Prelutsky

I had a tapeworm, and imagined it
I Had A Tapeworm
By Michael Ryan

I have a seat in the abandoned theater
I Have a Seat in the Abandoned Theater
By Mahmoud Darwish

I hear a river thro’ the valley wander
I Hear a River thro’ the Valley Wander
By Trumbull Stickney

I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
I Hear America Singing
By Walt Whitman

I heard a Fly buzz – when I died –
I heard a Fly buzz – when I died – (591)
By Emily Dickinson

I heard an Angel singing
I Heard an Angel
By William Blake

I hid my love when young till I
I Hid my Love
By John Clare

I imagine the gods saying, We will
I Imagine the Gods
By Jack Gilbert

I killed a fly
I Killed a Fly
By David Ignatow

I knew a man
I Knew a Man
By Clyde Watson

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
I Knew a Woman
By Theodore Roethke

I know that He exists.
I know that He exists. (365)
By Emily Dickinson

I left my head
I Left My Head
By Lilian Moore

I love all beauteous things,
I Love all Beauteous Things
By Robert Bridges

I love to do my homework,
I Love to Do My Homework
By Anonymous

I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
I Love You
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I never hear the word “Escape”
I never hear the word “Escape” (144)
By Emily Dickinson

I tell you that I see her still
I Only Am Escaped Alone to Tell Thee
By Howard Nemerov

I remember, I remember,
I Remember, I Remember
By Thomas Hood

I saw a chapel all of gold
I Saw a Chapel
By William Blake

I saw in Louisiana a live-oak growing,
I Saw in Louisiana A Live-Oak Growing
By Walt Whitman

I sit and sew—a useless task it seems,
I Sit and Sew
By Alice Moore Dunbar-Nelson

It takes the table girl a week to learn the route:
I Speak to the Girl Some Dim Boy Loves
By Colleen J. McElroy

I started Early – Took my Dog –
I started Early – Took my Dog – (656)
By Emily Dickinson

I the people
I the People
By Alice Notley

I think I should have loved you presently,
I think I should have loved you presently
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

I travelled among unknown men,
I Travelled among Unknown Men
By William Wordsworth

I used to think
I Used to Think
By Trumbull Stickney

I walk’d the other day, to spend my hour,
I Walk’d the Other Day
By Henry Vaughan

I wandered lonely as a cloud
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
By William Wordsworth

I was made erect and lone,
I was made erect and lone
By Henry David Thoreau

I wave good-bye when butter flies
I Wave Good-bye When Butter Flies
By Jack Prelutsky

I went into the Maverick Bar
I Went into the Maverick Bar
By Gary Snyder

I like to cross
I Will Not Save the World
By Jerome Rothenberg

I would I might forget that I am I,
I would I might Forget that I am I
By George Santayana

I would like to describe the simplest emotion
I Would Like to Describe
By Zbigniew Herbert

I don’t understand why everyone stares
I’m Glad I’m Me
By Phil Bolsta

I don’t like what the moon is supposed to do.
I’m Over the Moon
By Brenda Shaughnessy

I, too, sing America.
I, Too
By Langston Hughes

Ianthe! you are call’d to cross the sea!
Ianthe! You are Call’d to Cross the Sea
By Walter Savage Landor

I’m fond of frogs, and every day
I’m Fond of Frogs
By Jack Prelutsky

I’m thankful that my life doth not deceive
I’m thankful that my life doth not deceive
By Henry David Thoreau

In the warming house, children lace their skates,
Ice
By Gail Mazur

If he from heaven that filched that living fire
Idea XIV
By Michael Drayton

I was the lonely one in whom
Ideas
By Kathryn Starbuck

If by dull rhymes our English must be chain'd,
If By Dull Rhymes Our English Must Be Chain'd
By John Keats

If I were another on the road, I would not have looked
If I Were Another
By Mahmoud Darwish

If I were tickled by the rub of love,
If I Were Tickled by the Rub of Love
By Dylan Thomas

If love now reigned as it hath been
If Love now Reigned as it hath been
By Henry VIII, king of England

If not for the cat,
If Not for the Cat
By Jack Prelutsky

If spirits walk, Love, when the night climbs slow
If Spirits Walk
By Sophie Jewett

If we must die, let it not be like hogs
If We Must Die
By Claude McKay

If you catch a firefly
If You Catch a Firefly
By Lilian Moore

I need everything else
If You're So Smart, Why Ain't You Rich?
By Philip Whalen

If you can keep your head when all about you
If—
By Rudyard Kipling

In grief the person that you were is replaced by grief ...
II-The Person That You Were Will Be Replaced
By Alice Notley

It's the Fourth of July, the flags
Immigrant Picnic
By Gregory Djanikian

I speak this poem now with grave and level voice
Immortal Autumn
By Archibald MacLeish

In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
In a Dark Time
By Theodore Roethke

In a landscape of having to repeat.
In a landscape of having to repeat
By Martha Ronk

In Golden Gate Park that day
In Golden Gate Park That Day ...
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

In Goya’s greatest scenes we seem to see
In Goya’s Greatest Scenes We Seem to See ...
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

In her absence I created her image: out of the earthly
In Her Absence I Created Her Image
By Mahmoud Darwish

I’d dislocated my life, so I went to the zoo.
In Houston
By Gail Mazur

In Jerusalem, and I mean within the ancient walls,
In Jerusalem
By Mahmoud Darwish

in Just-
in Just-
By E. E. Cummings

Is it, then, regret for buried time
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 116
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I envy not in any moods
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 27
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I sometimes hold it half a sin
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 5
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I wage not any feud with Death
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 82
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

It was his story. It would always be his story.
In Memory of the Unknown Poet, Robert Boardman Vaughn
By Donald Justice

In my craft or sullen art
In My Craft or Sullen Art
By Dylan Thomas

In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,
In My Dreams
By Stevie Smith

In prison
In Prison
By Jean Valentine

I had eight birds hatcht in one nest,
In Reference to her Children, 23 June 1659
By Anne Bradstreet

I will grieve alone,
In Response to a Rumor That the Oldest Whorehouse in Wheeling, West Virginia Has Been Condemned
By James Wright

In musty light, in the thin brown air
In the Basement of the Goodwill Store
By Ted Kooser

In the cannery the porpoise soul
In the Cannery the Porpoise Soul
By Juan Felipe Herrera

I Amidah
In the Days of Awe
By Robin Becker

In the desert
In the Desert
By Stephen Crane

I had never seen a cornfield in my life,
In the Elementary School Choir
By Gregory Djanikian

In the Empire of Light
In the Empire of Light
By Michael Palmer

In the green morning, before
In the Green Morning, Now, Once More
By Delmore Schwartz

In the naked bed, in Plato’s cave,
In the Naked Bed, in Plato’s Cave
By Delmore Schwartz

In the secular night you wander around
In the Secular Night
By Margaret Atwood

I scratch earth around timpsila
In The Summer After “Issue Year” Winter (1873)
By Roberta Hill Whiteman

I remember a house where all were good
In the Valley of the Elwy
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

I could not pity your pain but I pitied the branches
Inhibited
By Louis Untermeyer

I laid myself down as a woman
Innocence and Experience
By Anne Stevenson

I am not dead, I have only become inhuman:
Inscription for a Gravestone
By Robinson Jeffers

In those days I thought their endless thrum
Insect Life of Florida
By Lynda Hull

In the field is a house
Inside
By Heather McHugh

I walk the purple carpet into your eye
Inside Out
By Diane Wakoski

It is not just my problem. It belongs
Inside the Blues Whale
By Afaa Michael Weaver

It was a way of punishing the house, setting it ablaze
Interior at Petworth: From Turner
By Rosanna Warren

I ask them to take a poem
Introduction to Poetry
By Billy Collins

I. Spenser’s Tower
Irish Prospects
By J. D. McClatchy

Is it possible
Is it Possible
By Thomas Wyatt

In Los Angeles I grew up watching The Three Stooges,
Isla
By Virgil Suárez

In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
Israfel
By Edgar Allan Poe

If you had a lot of money
It Follows
By Ruth Stone

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
It is a Beauteous Evening, Calm and Free
By William Wordsworth

It is not to be thought of that the Flood
It is not to be Thought of
By William Wordsworth

If sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It sifts from leaden sieves
By n/a

It sifts from Leaden Sieves —
It sifts from Leaden Sieves
By Emily Dickinson

It was a' for our rightful king
It was a' for our Rightful King
By Robert Burns

It was not death, for I stood up,
It was not death, for I stood up
By Emily Dickinson

It would be neat if with the New Year
It would be neat if with the New Year
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

It’s the little towns I like
It's the Little Towns I Like
By Thomas Lux

It’s a sunlit morning
It’s Hard to Keep a Clean Shirt Clean
By June Jordan

I went to his sixty-sixth birthday
James Schuyler
By David Trinidad

It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year,
January Drought
By Conor O'Callaghan

i am a man's head hunched in the road.
jasper texas 1998
By Lucille Clifton

I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair,
Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair
By Stephen C. Foster

Into her mother’s bedroom to wash the ballooning body.
Jessie Mitchell’s Mother
By Gwendolyn Brooks

I am Jesus.
Jesus Returns
By Cynthia Macdonald

I was the patriarch of the shining land,
John Sutter
By Yvor Winters

I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
Julian and Maddalo
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

It may be through some foreign grace,
Katie
By Henry Timrod

In a field
Keeping Things Whole
By Mark Strand

I drove through the narrow Gods—
Killary Harbor
By Peter Balakian

I’m an ol’ king bee, honey,
King Bee Blues
By George Elliott Clarke

I kneel down to peer into a culvert.
Kneeling Down to Peer into a Culvert
By Robert Bly

I must see you; let’s meet at the fringes of respectability
Knowing You Could Is Better Than Knowing You Will
By Mark Bibbins

In Abraham Lincoln’s city,
Knucks
By Carl Sandburg

I waited and worked
Koheleth
By Louis Untermeyer

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
Kubla Khan
By Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Is it because your sable hair
La Belle Juive
By Henry Timrod

I have done it again.
Lady Lazarus
By Sylvia Plath

Is the woman in the pool of light
Lake Echo, Dear
By C. D. Wright

I have two monuments besides this granite obelisk:
Lambert Hutchins
By Edgar Lee Masters

it's hawk teaching song to swim
Landscape Over Zero
By Bei Dao

It begins with an apple offered, a shy smile,
Largesse
By J. D. McClatchy

I hoped, that with the brave and strong,
Last Lines
By Anne Brontë

I do not know where either of us can turn
Leave-Taking
By Louise Bogan

In the south, sleeping against
Legacy
By Amiri Baraka

I tell her I love her like not killing
Letter Composed During a Lull in the Fighting
By Kevin C. Powers

I am surprised to see
Letter Written on a Ferry While Crossing Long Island Sound
By Anne Sexton

In a hut far from the village
Li Hua's Messenger
By Peter Bethanis

I made a posy, while the day ran by:
Life
By George Herbert

I shall think of you as my ventriloquist,
Like cold air passing through lips
By Saradha Soobrayen

I did not have exactly a way of life
Lines
By John Ciardi

I heard a thousand blended notes,
Lines Written in Early Spring
By William Wordsworth

In this lone, open glade I lie,
Lines Written in Kensington Gardens
By Matthew Arnold

I wake and feel the city trembling.
Lines Written Near San Francisco
By Louis Simpson

In the sad November time,
Lines written under the conviction that it is not wise to read Mathematics in November after one’s fire is out
By James Clerk Maxwell

I have been cherish’d and forgiven
Lines——
By Hartley Coleridge

I buried my father
Little Father
By Li-Young Lee

I had my quiet time early in the morning
Living
By Frank Stanford

I’ll know the time to leave the room
Loiter
By Forrest Gander

I wander thro' each charter'd street,
London
By William Blake

I'm working on my poems and working with
Long Finger Poem
By Jin Eun-Young

I see it as it looked one afternoon
Long Island Sound
By Emma Lazarus

I sit where I always sit, in back of the Buddha,
Looking Around
By Charles Wright

I open the box of my favorite postcards
Looking For Each of Us
By Linda Gregg

I’d given up hope. Hadn’t eaten in three
Lost in the Forest
By Amy Gerstler

Immortal Love, author of this great frame,
Love (I)
By George Herbert

Immortal Heat, O let Thy greater flame
Love (II)
By George Herbert

I didn’t fall in love. I fell through it:
Love Letter (Clouds)
By Sarah Manguso

I would give my husband drawings for grocery lists,
Love Letters
By Lynn Crosbie

It lies in our hands in crystals
Love Like Salt
By Lisel Mueller

I follow with my mouth the small wing of muscle
Love Pirates
By Joseph Millar

I, as sinned against as sinning,
Love Poem for an Enemy
By Richard Katrovas

I guess your beauty doesn’t
Love Song
By David P. Young

In a tavern on the Southside of Chicago
Love Worn
By Lita Hooper

I long to talk with some old lover's ghost,
Love's Deity
By John Donne

I scarce believe my love to be so pure
Love's Growth
By John Donne

If yet I have not all thy love,
Lovers' Infiniteness
By John Donne

I went to the dances at Chandlerville,
Lucinda Matlock
By Edgar Lee Masters

Inside my lunch
Lunchbox Love Note
By Kenn Nesbitt

i.
Made-for-TV Movie, in Which a Couple Throws a Copy of Frederic Jameson’s Postmodernism; or, The Logic of Late Capitalism off a Bridge and into a River
By T.R. Hummer

I was enriched, not casting after marvels,
Magnificat in Little
By Léonie Adams

I am putting makeup on empty space
Makeup on Empty Space
By Anne Waldman

i will die this month. how
Malcolm X, February 1965
By E. Ethelbert Miller

it’s a strange time which finds me jogging
Marathon
By E. Ethelbert Miller

I
March: An Ode
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

I would have been as great as George Eliot
Margaret Fuller Slack
By Edgar Lee Masters

It has been a long time now
Marriage and Midsummer’s Night
By Linda Gregg

I have envied those
Mathematics
By Jane Hirshfield

In the fog are streetlights I confuse with moons,
Matins
By David Wojahn

I
Matins
By Carol Frost

If faith is a tree that sorrow grows
Maudlin; Or, The Magdalen’s Tears
By Linda Gregerson

I have had to learn the simplest things
Maximus, to himself
By Charles Olson

If we could only push these walls
Maze Without a Minotaur
By Dana Gioia

I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Medusa
By Louise Bogan

It is easily forgotten, year to
Memorial Day
By Michael Anania

I love these hours alone I do
Memory at These Speeds
By Jane Miller

In dreams they were everything hurt
Men Working on Wings
By Stanley Plumly

I was thinking of a son.
Menstruation at Forty
By Anne Sexton

In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours,
from Merlin and Vivien
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

It was not kindness, but I was only buckle-high in the door.
Messenger
By Dave Smith

I write my God in blue.
Meta-A and the A of Absolutes
By Jay Wright

In cities there are tangerine briefcases on the down-platform
Metropolitan
By John Fuller

In a long text, on live tv, in an amphitheater, in the soil,
Miami Heart
By Jane Miller

I am that fantasy which race has wrought
Microcosmos
By Siegfried Sassoon

It is too early for white boughs, too late
Mid-March
By Lizette Woodworth Reese

I wanted to go to military school
Military Mind
By Charlie Smith

I
Milk
By Shirley Kaufman

I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold
Milton
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I made a sand castle.
Mine
By Lilian Moore

I was miserable, of course, for I was seventeen,
Mingus at the Showplace
By William Matthews

I’ve been eating
Minnesota Fats Describes His Youth
By Elizabeth Alexander

I grow old under an intensity
Mirror
By James Merrill

It’s autumn in the country I remember.
Mnemosyne
By Trumbull Stickney

It is not the moon, I tell you.
Mock Orange
By Louise Glück

I cut a staff in a churchyard copse,
Modern Elfland
By G. K. Chesterton

It ended, and the morrow brought the task.
Modern Love: II
By George Meredith

In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour,
Modern Love: XVI
By George Meredith

I am not of those miserable males
Modern Love: XX
By George Meredith

I like to think about the monastery
Monastery Nights
By Chase Twichell

I am no shepherd of a child’s surmises.
Montana Pastoral
By J. V. Cunningham

It was the moonflowers that surprised us.
Moonflowers
By Karma Larsen

I back the car over a soft, large object;
More Blues and the Abstract Truth
By C. D. Wright

I was so sick last night I
Morning After
By Langston Hughes

I met my butt in a Pittsburgh
Mortal shower
By Bob Hicok

I never made a poem, dear friend—
Mother Mind
By Julia Ward Howe

I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neck
Movement Song
By Audre Lorde

I
Moving Through The Dew
By Alfred Noyes

In his pants sometimes he felt
Mr. Luna’s Plum Tree
By Alberto Ríos

I know a funny little man,
Mr. Nobody
By Anonymous

I know that he told that I snared his soul
Mrs. Benjamin Pantier
By Edgar Lee Masters

I am so young that I am still in love
Mrs. Hill
By B. H. Fairchild

I watch the woods for deer as if I’m armed.
My Autumn Leaves
By Bruce Weigl

I do not understand the poets who tell me
My Dog Practices Geometry
By Cathryn Essinger

I have a purple dragon with
My Dragon
By X J Kennedy

I hold my honey and I store my bread
my dreams, my works, must wait till after hell
By Gwendolyn Brooks

I get into bed with it, and spring
the scarab legs of its locks. Inside,
the stacked, shy wealth of his print—
he could not write in script, so the pages
are sturdy with the beamwork of printedness,
WENT TO LOOK AT A CAR, DAD
IN A GOOD MOOD AT DINNER, WENT
TO TRY OUT SOME NEW TENNIS RACQUETS,
LUNCH WITH MOM, life of ease—
except when he spun his father's DeSoto on the
ice, and a young tree whirled up to the
hood, throwing up her arms—until
LOIS. PLAYED TENNIS, WITH LOIS,
LUNCH WITH MOM AND LOIS, LOIS
LIKED THE CAR, DRIVING WITH LOIS,
LONG DRIVE WITH LOIS. And then,
LOIS! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! SHE IS SO
GOOD, SO SWEET, SO GENEROUS, I HAVE
NEVER, WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE
TO DESERVE SUCH A GIRL? Between the dark
legs of the capitals, moonlight, soft
tines of the printed letter gentled
apart, nectar drawn from serif, the
self of the grown boy pouring
out, the heart's charge, the fresh
man kneeling in pine-needle weave,
worshipping her. It was my father
good, it was my father grateful,
it was my father dead, who had left me
these small structures of his young brain—
he wanted me to know him, he wanted
someone to know him.
My Father's Diary
By Sharon Olds

If, when I die, I must be buried, let
My Grave
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It doesn’t take the full-wind sickness,
My Limbo
By Roddy Lumsden

It’s not the lover that we love, but love
My Love
By Don Paterson

I haled me a woman from the street,
My Madonna
By Robert W. Service

I’ll leave this where I know you’ll look.
My Message Left Next to the Phone
By W. S. Di Piero

I’m trying to string together three words
My Pain
By Roddy Lumsden

I now think Love is rather deaf than blind,
My Picture Left in Scotland
By Ben Jonson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
My Shadow
By Robert Louis Stevenson

Interesting that I have to live with my skeleton.
My skeleton, my rival
By David Ignatow

In the flame of the flickering fire
My Soul
By Stevie Smith

I should be happy with my lot:
Nameless Pain
By Elizabeth Drew Barstow Stoddard

If the sea is a cathedral, a tide pool
Names
By Peter Munro

If you press a stone with your finger,
Natural Law
By Babette Deutsch

In the woods at the corner of our yards
Neighbors, Throwing Knives
By David Bottoms

I dreamed I dwelled in a homeless place
New Stanzas for Amazing Grace
By Allen Ginsberg

I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Nick and the Candlestick
By Sylvia Plath

Impersonal the aim
Night of Battle
By Yvor Winters

I saw within the shadows of the yard the shed
Night-Piece
By Charles Reznikoff

I place these numbed wrists to the pane
Nightmare Begins Responsibility
By Michael S. Harper

I
Nightwatchman's Song
By W. D. Snodgrass

If I should die, think only this of me:
Nineteen-Fourteen: The Soldier
By Rupert Brooke

I bring the cat’s body home from the vet’s
No Children, No Pets
By Sue Ellen Thompson

I am a woman. No more and no less
No More and No Less
By Mahmoud Darwish

In a rush this weekday morning,
No Time
By Billy Collins

I want to uncurve us from the bedpost's polished
No Valediction
By Donald Revell

is doing her usual for comic relief.
Noah’s Wife
By Linda Gregerson

Imagine or remember how the road at last led us
Nocturne Militaire
By Thomas McGrath

It's noisy, noisy overhead,
Noisy Noisy
By Jack Prelutsky

In the beginning, a word, move;
Nomadology
By Alissa Leigh

I returned to a long strand,
North
By Seamus Heaney

I love the way the black ants use their dead.
Not Forgotten
By Toi Derricotte

I didn’t write Etsuko,
Nothing But Color
By Ai

I want no horns to rouse me up to-night,
Nuit Blanche
By Amy Lowell

I like the generosity of numbers.
Numbers
By Mary Cornish

In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands
Nuremberg
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It could be a clip, it could be a comb;
Obsessive
By Marvin Bell

I
Octaves
By Edwin Arlington Robinson

I only have a measly ant
October Arriving
By Charles Simic

If aught of oaten stop, or past'ral song,
Ode to Evening
By William Collins

I want to be doused
Ode to the Midwest
By Kevin Young

I
from Odes, Book Three, 15
By Horace

It's a scientific fact that anyone entering the distance will
Of Memory and Distance
By Russell Edson

I came from Alabama
Oh! Susanna
By Stephen C. Foster

I talked to old Lem
Old Lem
By Sterling A. Brown

In my heart the old love
Old Love and New
By Sara Teasdale

I feel older, younger, both
Older, Younger, Both
By Joyce Sutphen

If you meet a chair,
Omens
By Marin Sorescu

I saw where in the shroud did lurk
On an Infant Dying as Soon as Born
By Charles Lamb

I live inside of a machine
On Being a Householder
By Alan Dugan

I feared these present years,
On Being Twenty-six
By Philip Larkin

I
On Looking East to the Sea with a Sunset Behind Me
By John Ciardi

I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
On Monsieur’s Departure
By Elizabeth I

I went out walking
On Mother’s Day
By Grace Paley

In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine,
On the Death of Richard West
By Thomas Gray

I set forth one misted white day of June
On the Great Atlantic Rainway
By Kenneth Koch

I like to see doctors cough.
On the Subject of Doctors
By James Tate

I blame the twilight for coming too soon,
On the water meadows
By Saradha Soobrayen

If honor to an ancient name be due,
On the Welsh Language
By Katherine Philips

I wish the bell saved you.
Once the Dream Begins
By Yusef Komunyakaa

I ran into the afterlife.
Once, Driving West of Billings, Montana
By Susan Mitchell

I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz,
One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII
By Pablo Neruda

I knew the hard winter of sapphires
Opals
By Robin Becker

I do not know if, climbing some steep hill,
Opportunity
By Helen Hunt Jackson

It’s mostly the same here
Osage County Museum, Pawhuska, Oklahoma
By Diane Glancy

In a world where all the heroes
Out Here Even Crows Commit Suicide
By Colleen J. McElroy

I.
Outbreak
By Donald Revell

I try to make myself afraid,
Ovation
By Carol Muske-Dukes

I love my work and my children. God
Ovid in the Third Reich
By Geoffrey Hill

In October of the year,
Ox Cart Man
By Donald Hall

I’ve caught fish everwhichaway they can be.
Oxford Stroud Recollects Fishing with Electricity
By R. T. Smith

I met a traveller from an antique land,
Ozymandias
By Percy Bysshe Shelley

It is dry at the edge of the ditch with the dead leaves
Pace of Life
By Pierre Reverdy

� I
Pacemaker
By W. D. Snodgrass

In deepest dream towards Rosemonde's palace
Palace
By Guillaume Apollinaire

I Who e're while the happy Garden sung,
Paradise Regain'd: Book I (1671)
By John Milton

It’s easy to make more of myself by eating,
Parthenogenesis
By Brenda Shaughnessy

In scenery I like flat country.
Passing Remark
By William E. Stafford

I'm eating a little supper by the bright window.
Passion for Solitude
By Cesare Pavese

I walk down the garden paths,
Patterns
By Amy Lowell

I
Pearl: Section I (Modern version)
By William Langland

In sixth grade Mrs. Walker
Persimmons
By Li-Young Lee

I
Peter Quince at the Clavier
By Wallace Stevens

If a stranger getting on a train you’re leaving
Phase 3: Final Interview, a Few Last Questions
By J. Allyn Rosser

I turned: quivering yellow stars in blackness
Philosophia Perennis
By Anne Waldman

I think I like this room.
Picture of Little Letters
By John Koethe

I leave the formal garden of schedules
Planting the Meadow
By Mary Makofske

I like to find
Pleasures
By Denise Levertov

It is their way to find the surface
Poem by the Charles River
By Robin Blaser

It was my thirtieth year to heaven
Poem in October
By Dylan Thomas

I
Poetry
By Arthur Davidson Ficke

It’s a star that looks
Poker Star
By Richard Brautigan

I have a friend who’s not well dressed.
Poorly Dressed
By Bruce Lansky

If a fairy should come from Babyland
Pop
By Elinor Maxwell

I dreamed myself of their people, I am of their people,
Populist
By George Oppen

Ignoring the local reliquiae—
Port Royal
By C. Dale Young

inside the car
Port-Au-Prince
By E. Ethelbert Miller

I
Portrait of a Lady
By T. S. Eliot

I want you to know how it was,
Poste Restante
By R. S. Thomas

I saw an old cottage of clay,
Poverty
By Jane Taylor

I traveled to the ocean
Prayer to the Pacific
By Leslie Marmon Silko

In the dining room there is a brown fish
Print
By Billy Collins

It is always the dispossessed—
Private Beach
By Jane Kenyon

I grew up bent over
Prodigy
By Charles Simic

It's hard to get anywhere in Utah without going through Provo.
Provo
By Mark Rudman

In the small beauty of the forest
Psalm
By George Oppen

In the subtropics it must be spring:
Psyche and Eros in Florida
By Debora Greger

I’m trying to spell out a state of amazement,
Pure Conversation with a Chinese Character
By Marin Sorescu

It has arrived—the long rag rug
Rag Rug
By Rachel Hadas

I guess you could call it
Rage for Order
By David Lunde

I sit with my railroad face and ask God to forgive me
Railroad Face
By Ray Gonzalez

If I ever get over the bodies of women, I am going to think of the rain,
Rain on Tin
By Rodney Jones

I can feel she has got out of bed.
Rapture
By Galway Kinnell

It seems these poets have nothing
Reading an Anthology of Chinese Poems of the Sung Dynasty, I Pause To Admire the Length and Clarity of Their Titles
By Billy Collins

In the day’s mirror
Reflections
By Yusef Komunyakaa

I was carrying supplies back up the mountain
Relative Pitch
By Jack Gilbert

In paradise the work week is fixed at thirty hours
Report from Paradise
By Zbigniew Herbert

I.
Reservation School for Girls
By Diane Glancy

I should like to live in a sunny town like this
Retreat
By John Fuller

If we look in the direction
Return on Word
By Kit Robinson

It's not solely the dance
Revelation at Cap Ferrat
By Clarence Major

I came awake in kindergarten,
Revelations in the Key of K
By Mary Karr

I acknowledge my status as a stranger:
Reverie in Open Air
By Rita Dove

I would not have gotten in this boat with you.
Revolution
By Susan Griffin

II
from Rites of Passage
By Robert Duncan

It was the dingiest bird
Robin Redbreast
By Stanley Kunitz

I went back, as to my relatives.
Romance
By Ruth Stone

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Romance
By Robert Louis Stevenson

It is to Emerson I have turned now,
Romanticism
By David Baker

It's easy to believe you can go back
Whenever you desire, jump in the car
And drive, arrive at dusk—the hour
Roots
By John Piller

It will be an island on strings
Running Away Together
By Maxine W. Kumin

I ruin my hats and all the mat slides glad
Sad Boy's Sad Boy
By Charles Bernstein

It’s a fine fact that whenever I sit in a tavern corner
Sad Wine (I)
By Cesare Pavese

I scissor the stem of the red carnation
Salomé
By Ai

In this blue light
San Sepolcro
By Jorie Graham

I go separately
Santa Fe Trail
By Barbara Guest

I
Santa Lucia
By Robert Hass

Into my backyard’s six fat squares of concrete rigged with clothesline,
Saturday Afternoon
By W. S. Di Piero

I wore a garland of the briar that put me now in awe
Scallop Song
By Anne Waldman

I was not beaten
Scattering the March
By D. Nurkse

I have seen the arrested
Scree
By Heidy Steidlmayer

I sit here in a shelter behind the words
Scrim
By David Ferry

I know a little what it is like, once here at high tide
Seaweeds
By Sandra McPherson

In someone’s distant algorithm
Securitization
By Ange Mlinko

I thought I was growing wings—
Seeing for a Moment
By Denise Levertov

It sat between my husband and my children.
Seele im Raum
By Randall Jarrell

I would be
Self Portrait
By Frank Marshall Davis

I stand and listen, head bowed,
Self-Employed
By David Ignatow

I know I promised to stop
Self-Portrait
By Chase Twichell

I see myself in the shadows of a leaf
Self-Portrait
By Afaa Michael Weaver

I’ve sent my empty pot again
Sent with a Flower-Pot Begging a Slip of Geranium
By Christian Milne

I saw my soul at rest upon a day
Sestina
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

In unexperienced infancy
Shadows in the Water
By Thomas Traherne

I hid the deed:
Shame
By Joshua Weiner

In the longer view it doesn’t matter.
Shapes
By Ruth Stone

If you cannot trust the dog, the faithful one?
Sheet Music
By Brigit Pegeen Kelly

I acknowledge my status as a stranger:
Shell
By Harriet Brown

I could have anything I wanted
Shell
By Terry Wolverton

I have had enough.
Sheltered Garden
By H. D.

I like it quiet like this, Alton. I like
Sheriff Matt Whitlock Confesses to a Lesson in Zen after Hours
By R. T. Smith

In the aftermath of calculus
Shiver & You Have Weather
By Matthea Harvey

I wait for my shadow to forget me,
Shy Boy
By Greg Sellers

I know I know short conviction
Silence Wager Stories
By Susan Howe

In the sweet shire of Cardigan,
Simon Lee: The Old Huntsman
By William Wordsworth

In a doorway
Simon Says
By Samuel Menashe

If the angle of an eye is all,
Slant
By Suji Kwock Kim

If Heaven has into being deigned to call
Slavery
By Hannah More

I show her how to put her arms around me,
Sleeping with Boa
By May Swenson

If you're one of seven
Sloth
By Yusef Komunyakaa

In defense of whatever happens next, the navy of flat-bottomed pop-
Small Countries
By James Galvin

In their doorways women sit sewing
Small Kingdom
By Samuel Menashe

I counted till they danced so
Snow flakes. (45)
By Emily Dickinson

In harmony with the rule of irony—
Soft
By Kay Ryan

It seems to head from its last stop too fast,
Solo R&B Vocal Underground
By W. S. Di Piero

I make the drive, walk the corporate walk,
Song
By Mark Defoe

I shall not go with pain
Song
By Marjorie Pickthall

I have gone out on the bluffs at dusk
Song of the Piper
By William Pitt Root

I sing of Morrisville
Song of the Two Crows
By Hayden Carruth

I once rejoiced, sweet evening gale,
Song: I once rejoiced, sweet evening gale...
By Amelia Opie

I prithee spare me gentle boy,
Song: I prithee spare me gentle boy
By Sir John Suckling

If you refuse me once, and think again,
Song: If you refuse me once, and think again
By Sir John Suckling

I’m sitting in the living room,
Sonic Boom
By John Updike

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,
Sonnet CXLI: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes
By William Shakespeare

I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
Sonnet XII: I did but Prompt the Age to Quit their Clogs
By John Milton

In that time when it seemed the simple weight
Sonnet XXI: In that time when it seemed the simple weight
By Paul Engle

If thou survive my well-contented day,
Sonnet XXXII: If thou Survive my Well-contented Day
By William Shakespeare

I scarcely grieve, O Nature! at the lot
Sonnet: I Scarcely Grieve
By Henry Timrod

I thank you, kind and best beloved friend,
Sonnet: I Thank You
By Henry Timrod

Is there a solitary wretch who hies
Sonnet: On Being Cautioned Against Walking on an Headland Overlooking the Sea, Because It Was Frequented by a Lunatic
By Charlotte Smith

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Sonnets from the Portuguese 14: If Thou
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Sonnets from the Portuguese 1: I Thought how Theocritus
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I lived with visions for my company,
Sonnets from the Portuguese 26: I Lived with Visions
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
Sonnets from the Portuguese 35: If I Leave all for thee
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
Sonnets from the Portuguese 5: I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide,
Sonnets from The River Duddon: After-Thought
By William Wordsworth

It is not the angel riding a goat,
Soul
By Cleopatra Mathis

I always say I won't go back to the mountains
Sourdough Mountain Lookout
By Philip Whalen

In the coolness here I care
Speculation
By Ruth Stone

I shall not sprinkle with dust
Speed the Parting-
By Elinor Wylie

I steal your mailbox, leave
Spite
By Stephen Dobyns

I’m shouting
Spring
By Karla Kuskin

I have not used my darkness well,
Squall
By Stanley Moss

In those days the oatfields’
Stacking the Straw
By Amy Clampitt

I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
Stanzas
By Emily Jane Brontë

I caught a bird which made a ball
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza I
By Gertrude Stein

I think very well of Susan but I do not know her name
from Stanzas in Meditation: Stanza II
By Gertrude Stein

I don’t want to live in the city anymore, with its
Starina
By Eleanor Lerman

I, the scourge-wielder, balance-wrecker,
State's Attorney Fallas
By Edgar Lee Masters

It's the other ones, who soon enough return
Stationed
By Albert Goldbarth

It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Strange Meeting
By Wilfred Owen

I.
Stranger at the Ashwood Threshold
By Sherod Santos

In white pleated trousers, peering through green
Stravinsky in L.A.
By Elizabeth Alexander

I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene,
Study in Orange and White
By Billy Collins

It begins with Diane—the gold shingles of her razored hair
Submission
By Lynn Crosbie

I saw the sweet-briar & bon-fire & strawberry wire now
Summer
By Ronald Johnson

I have carried my pillow to the windowsill
Summer near the River
By Carolyn Kizer

If sunlight fell like snowflakes,
Sunflakes
By Frank Asch

I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern Pacific locomotive to look at the sunset over the box house hills and cry.
Sunflower Sutra
By Allen Ginsberg

I spy his head above the waves,
Swimming With A Hundred Year Old Snapping Turtle
By Freya Manfred

I woke up this mornin’
Sylvester’s Dying Bed
By Langston Hughes

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
Sympathy
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

I take off my shirt, I show you.
Taking Off My Clothes
By Carolyn Forché

In the rental cottage it comes to me,
Talking among Ourselves
By Charlie Smith

It was a flower once, it was one of a billion flowers
Tangerine
By Ruth L. Schwartz

It hangs from heaven to earth.
Tapestry
By Charles Simic

I’ll tell you two fortunes, my fine little lad,
Telling Fortunes
By Alice Cary

I am a slave to the nudity of women.
Teodoro Luna Confesses After Years to His Brother, Anselmo the Priest, Who Is Required to Understand, But Who Understands Anyway, More Than People Think
By Alberto Ríos

It is time to be old,
Terminus
By Ralph Waldo Emerson

It wasn't working. Didn't look back. Needed something else. So
The Painting After Lunch
By Clarence Major

In the northwest corner of Dakota, I saw a room
The Abandoned Farm
By Mary Rose O'Reilley

I have to thank God I'm a woman,
The Affinity
By Anna Wickham

I loathe that I did love,
The Aged Lover Renounceth Love
By Thomas Lord Vaux

In the American schoolyard
The Air Base at Châteauroux, France
By Sherod Santos

I owe you an explanation.
The Amenities
By Heather McHugh

If I had a hundred dollars to spend,
The Animal Store
By Rachel Field

In that country the animals
The animals in that country
By Margaret Atwood

I call and hear your voice
The Answering Machine
By Linda Pastan

In the essential prose
The Apple Tree
By Wendell Berry

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers,
The Argument of his Book
By Robert Herrick

Is like a lyric poem
The Arkansas Prison System
By Frank Stanford

I shot an arrow into the air,
The Arrow and the Song
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

It is ten years, now, since we rowed to Children’s Island.
The Babysitters
By Sylvia Plath

I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,
The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill
By Robert W. Service

Into perplexity: as an itch chased round
The Beautiful
By Roddy Lumsden

In bed I muse on Tenier’s boors,
The Bench of Boors
By Herman Melville

I saw a ship of martial build
The Berg (A Dream)
By Herman Melville

It is not bad. Let them play.
The Bloody Sire
By Robinson Jeffers

In the desolate depths of a perilous place
The Bogeyman
By Jack Prelutsky

I want to go to the other bank
The Boundary
By Bei Dao

Is the govenor falling
The Brassiere Factory
By Kenneth Koch

I saw my dear one on the street
The Breathing Space
By Frederick Morgan

I stood on the bridge at midnight,
The Bridge
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I met a man in South Street, tall—
from The Bridge: Cutty Sark
By Hart Crane

I wanted you, nameless Woman of the South,
from The Bridge: Southern Cross
By Hart Crane

I joy, dear mother, when I view
The British Church
By George Herbert

I see him moving, in his legendary fleece,
The Buffalo Coat
By Thomas McGrath

Impatient as we were for all of them to join us,
The Bungalows
By John Ashbery

I feel myself like the flame
The Candle Flame
By Janet Loxley Lewis

In tattered old slippers that toast at the bars,
The Cane-Bottom’d Chair
By William Makepeace Thackeray

It’s not the numbers you dislike—
The Certainty of Numbers
By Bruce Snider

In three directions
The Children
By Donald Revell

i
The circle game
By Margaret Atwood

I remember when I wrote The Circus
The Circus
By Kenneth Koch

In a solitude of the sea
The Convergence of the Twain
By Thomas Hardy

It is half past ten in Stonington.
The Copper Beech
By Daryl Hine

Immense, entirely itself,
The Copper Beech
By Marie Howe

I walked from my house down Coolidge Street last night
The Courtesy
By Alan Shapiro

It appeared iinside our classroom
The Creature in the Classroom
By Jack Prelutsky

In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
The Cross of Snow
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I would my soul were like the bird
The Daring One
By Edwin Markham

I leant upon a coppice gate
The Darkling Thrush
By Thomas Hardy

I watch my Daddy tear down
The Day Before Kindergarten: Taluca, Alabama, 1959
By Thylias Moss

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
The Day Lady Died
By Frank O'Hara

It’s always been that way.
The Dead Never Fight Against Anything
By Pattiann Rogers

In my coat I sit
The Dead of Winter
By Samuel Menashe

I am wondering what became of all those tall abstractions
The Death of Allegory
By Billy Collins

I followed the narrow cliffside trail half way up the mountain
The Deer Lay Down Their Bones
By Robinson Jeffers

I am a feather on the bright sky
The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee
By N. Scott Momaday

I went up the hill
The Despairing Man Draws a Serpent
By Alfonso Cortes

I suppose so.
the difference between a bad poet and a good one is luck
By Charles Bukowski

I invited Mozart to dinner
The Dinner
By Gregory Orr

It was winter, near freezing,
The Dipper
By Kathleen Jamie

In the ditch, half-ton sections of cast-iron molds
The Ditch
By Michael Ryan

It is hard going to the door
The Door (I)
By Robert Creeley

Imagining, on a long walk
The Eager Interpreter
By Reginald Gibbons

I’ the how-dumb-deid o’ the cauld hairst nicht
The Eemis Stane
By Hugh MacDiarmid

I asked for much; I received much.
The Empty Glass
By Louise Glück

Into the gloom of the deep, dark night,
The Engine
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox

It’s a spring morning; sun pours in the window
The Erotic Philosophers
By Carolyn Kizer

It was homemade and primitive,
The Exorcism
By Joyce Sutphen

It is very stretchy.
The Fabric of Life
By Kay Ryan

Is there a single thing in nature
The Face
By Franz Wright

I've made a little sluice-gate in the flow
The Final Morbidity of the Interior Embezzler
By Henry Taylor

If they, more petite
The Finger Puppets in the Attic Dollhouse
By John Reibetanz

I have been one acquainted with the spatula,
The First Line is the Deepest
By Kim Addonizio

I love all sights of earth and skies,
The Flâneur
By Oliver Wendell Holmes

It felt like the zero in brook ice.
The Funeral
By Norman Dubie

If there were gamebirds in our gables,
The Future of Terror / 5
By Matthea Harvey

It shines in the garden,
The Garden
By Mark Strand

I saw the spot where our first parents dwelt;
The Garden
By Jones Very

I went to the Garden of Love,
The Garden of Love
By William Blake

I had no idea that the gate I would step through
The Gate
By Marie Howe

In the close covert of a grove
The Geranium
By Richard Brinsley Sheridan

I
The Glass Essay
By Anne Carson

It must be troubling for the god who loves you
The God Who Loves You
By Carl Dennis

is thought to be a confession, won by endless
The Golden Age
By Bill Knott

I ate with my father
The Good Lunch of Oceans
By Alberto Ríos

I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
The Good-Morrow
By John Donne

In the beginning was the word
The Great Pax Whitie
By Nikki Giovanni

I have a sister who takes care of animals,
The Gross Clinic
By Carol Frost

I approached the luminous stranger who came to me
The Guinea Pig and the Green Balloon
By Oni Buchanan

I am a bold Coachman, and drive a good hack,
The Hackney Coachman: Or the Way to Get a Good Fare
By Hannah More

I have seen
The Hammer
By Carl Sandburg

In the greenest of our valleys
The Haunted Palace
By Edgar Allan Poe

If you undo your do you would
The Healing Improvisation of Hair
By Jay Wright

I threaten'd to observe the strict decree
The Hold-fast
By George Herbert

I am wearing a pale silk lounging robe
The Home
By Herbert Morris

I have just come down from my father.
The Hospital Window
By James L. Dickey

I want to build myself a house
The house
By Marin Sorescu

I will build a house of rest,
The House of Rest
By Julia Ward Howe

In spite of all the learned have said,
The Indian Burying Ground
By Philip Morin Freneau

I can love both fair and brown,
The Indifferent
By John Donne

It’s spring in 1827, Beethoven
The Indoors is Endless
By Tomas Tranströmer

In Canada, on a dark afternoon,
The Inheritance
By Stanley Moss

In the evenings they listen to the same
The Intruder
By Frank Stanford

Imagine for a moment
The Invention of Cuisine
By Carol Muske-Dukes

In party outfits, two by two or one by one
The Jaunt
By Alfred Corn

I have known great gold Sorrows:
The Jester
By Margaret Widdemer

I am looking for a past
The Journey
By David Ignatow

I now remembered slowly how I came,
The Journey
By Yvor Winters

It's not exile, homes and families behind
The Key to the Kingdom
By Philip Gross

In a year the nightingales were said to be so loud
The Kingfisher
By Amy Clampitt

It should have a woman's name,
The Lake in Central Park
By Jay Wright

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
The Lake Isle of Innisfree
By William Butler Yeats

It was a picture I had after the war.
The Lamb
By Linda Gregg

I don't know how it happened, but I fell—
The Larger
By Joanie V. Mackowski

In the garrulous present
The Last Canto
By Brian Culhane

I saw him once before,
The Last Leaf
By Oliver Wendell Holmes

In the clear light that confuses everything
The Laurel Tree
By Louis Simpson

I've been list'nin' to them lawyers
The Lawyers' Ways
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

In Chicago, it is snowing softly
The Legend
By Garrett Hongo

In a stable of boats I lie still,
The Lifeguard
By James L. Dickey

I came home and found a lion in my living room
The Lion for Real
By Allen Ginsberg

It was biting cold, and the falling snow,
The Little Match Girl
By William McGonagall

I have two daughters.
The Lost Land
By Eavan Boland

I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
The Maid’s Lament
By Walter Savage Landor

I wake up cold, I who
The Man with Night Sweats
By Thom Gunn

I whole in body, and in mind,
from The Manner of Her Will, & What She Left to London, and to All Those in It, at Her Departing
By Isabella Whitney

In a drawer I found a map of the world,
The Map of the World Confused with Its Territory
By Susan Stewart

I found me in a great surging space,
The Masked Face
By Thomas Hardy

I cannot
The Measure
By Robert Creeley

it is essentially reluctance  the lanuage
The Medium
By Robin Blaser

I'm Ramón González Barbagelata from anywhere,
The Men
By Pablo Neruda

i would sit in the center of the world,
the message of crazy horse
By Lucille Clifton

It is the miller’s daughter,
The Miller's Daughter
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

In the backyard of our house on Norwood,
The Minks
By Toi Derricotte

I swive as well as others do,
The Mock Song
By John Wilmot, Earl of Rochester

It begins with unspecified “you” and “we”
The Modern Pastoral Elegy
By Conor O'Callaghan

I see the mosquito kneeling on the soft underside of my arm, kneeling
The Mosquito
By Rodney Jones

It was only important
The Moss of His Skin
By Anne Sexton

It is true, that even in the best-run state
The Murder of William Remington
By Howard Nemerov

I’ve known rivers:
The Negro Speaks of Rivers
By Langston Hughes

Into this net of leaves, green as old glass
The Net
By Babette Deutsch

In 1939 the skylark had nothing to say to me
The Ninth of July
By John Hollander

If all the world and love were young,
The Nymph’s Reply to the Shepherd
By Sir Walter Ralegh

It is more onerous
The Obligation to Be Happy
By Linda Pastan

I have had playmates, I have had companions,
The Old Familiar Faces
By Charles Lamb

I saw her in a Broadway car,
The Old Maid
By Sara Teasdale

Its quiet graves were made for peace till Gabriel blows his horn.
The Old Meeting House
By Alfred Noyes

I believe in the soul; so far
The Old World
By Charles Simic

Its small celestial reach stops
The One-Year-Old Lemon Tree
By W. S. Di Piero

It was a green barn coat from L. L. Bean
The Package
By Rodney Jones

� � Someone called in a report that she had
The Painter of the Night
By James Tate

I am the mother of sorrows,
The Paradox
By Paul Laurence Dunbar

I'm going out to clean the pasture spring;
The Pasture
By Robert Frost

I know the ways of learning; both the head
The Pearl
By George Herbert

I had a little Sorrow,
The Penitent
By Edna St. Vincent Millay

I have a perfect life. It isn't much,
The Perfect Life
By John Koethe

In England once there lived a big
The Pig
By Roald Dahl

I
The Pilot in the Jungle
By John Ciardi

I summon up Panofskv from his bed
The Poet Orders His Tomb
By Edgar Bowers

It was an Artless Poster Girl pinned up against my wall,
The Poster Girl’s Defence
By Carolyn Wells

I am told by many of you that I must forgive and so I shall
The Powwow at the End of the World
By Sherman Alexie

I walk in thorns in the dark  
The Presence
By Odysseus Alepoudelis Elytis

If you’re caught in the open
The Principles of Concealment
By David Wagoner

I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight,
The Prospector
By Robert W. Service

It starts in sadness and bewilderment,
The Proximate Shore
By John Koethe

I
The Quangle Wangle's Hat
By Edward Lear

In an effort to get people to look
The Quiet World
By Jeffrey McDaniel

If things were worse, this cursed rain
The Rainbow
By David Baker

I’m a rattling boy from Dublin town,
The Rattling Boy from Dublin
By William McGonagall

Is dead serious about this one, having rehearsed it for two weeks
The Reading Club
By Patricia Goedicke

It’s fine to have a blow-out in a fancy restaurant,
The Reckoning
By Robert W. Service

I felt both pleasure and a shiver
The River
By Gregory Orr

In a dream I returned to the river of bees
The River of Bees
By W. S. Merwin

I like the story of the circus waif
The Road
By Herbert Morris

I shall foot it
The Road and the End
By Carl Sandburg

It might have always been meant
The Sévres Road
By Susan Donnelly

I passed by the school where I studied as a boy
The School Where I Studied
By Yehuda Amichai

I have hidden inside a sea shell
The Sea Shell
By Marin Sorescu

I was chasing this blue butterfly down
The Search for Lost Lives
By James Tate

I wondered if the others felt
The Search Party
By William Matthews

If I could only get hold of the whole of you,
The Second Trying
By Dahlia Ravikovitch

I was ill, lying on my bed of old papers,
The Secret Garden
By Rita Dove

It is not that I love you less
The Self Banished
By Edmund Waller

I loved him most
The Shipfitter’s Wife
By Dorianne Laux

I have no trouble staying inside the lines
The Siege of the City of Gorky
By Donald Revell

I see a beautiful gigantic swimmer swimming naked through the eddies of the sea,
from The Sleepers
By Walt Whitman

I
The Slop Barrel: Slices of the Paideuma for All Sentient Beings
By Philip Whalen

I Pig
The Snake Doctors
By Frank Stanford

I believe in this stalled magnificence,
The Snowbound City
By John Haines

I am the rose of Sharon, and the lily of the valleys.
from The Song of Solomon, Chapter 2
By Solomon

In the rain in the rain in the rain in the rain in Spain.
The Soul of Spain With McAlmon and Bird the Publishers
By Ernest M. Hemingway

It makes one all right, though you hadn’t thought of it,
The Sound of the Sun
By George Bradley

I wonder about the trees.
The Sound of Trees
By Robert Frost

I wanted the gold, and I sought it;
The Spell of the Yukon
By Robert W. Service

In the Bavarian steeple, on the hour,
The Spire
By Ellen Bryant Voigt

It should have been the family that lasted.
The Spirit and the Soul
By Jack Gilbert

Iron rusts, and bronze has its green sickness; while flint, the hard stones, flint and chalcedony,
The Stone Axe
By Robinson Jeffers

is not turning the way you thought
The Story, Around the Corner
By Naomi Shihab Nye

��������What thing unto mine ear
The Stream's Secret
By Dante Gabriel Rossetti

It’s as if we’ve just been turned human
The Subject
By Rae Armantrout

It is a place whither I’ve often gone
The Summer Bower
By Henry Timrod

I saw an eagle sweep to the sky—
The Sun-Struck Eagle
By Eleanor Percy Lee, Catherine Ana Warfield

Inamoratas, with an approbation,
The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith
By Gwendolyn Brooks

I wanted you to listen to the bells,
The Swarm
By Jorie Graham

I will not wash my face;
The Telegraph Operator
By Robert W. Service

I
The To-be-forgotten
By Thomas Hardy

I have arrived here after taking many steps
The Tongues We Speak
By Patricia Goedicke

is that you can never see the one you're wearing,
The Tragedy of Hats
By Clarinda Harriss

Inside the starboard window
The Transmigration of Souls
By Deborah Digges

I’m not going to lie
The Truth
By Frank Stanford

I went to turn the grass once after one
The Tuft of Flowers
By Robert Frost

I saw a boy with eager eye
The Two Boys
By Mary Lamb

I sowed the seeds of love
The Unfortunate Damsel
By Fleetwood Habergham

I don’t believe in ashes; some of the others do.
The Veteran
By Fanny Howe

I thought you were my victory
The Victory
By Anne Stevenson

It’s not hard to find them any night, sleeping under autumn stars,
The View from Here
By W. S. Di Piero

I dreamed this mortal part of mine
The Vine
By Robert Herrick

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The Waking
By Theodore Roethke

I was the child that passed long hours away
The Weaver
By Eva Gore-Booth

I did not stand at the altar, I stood
The Wedding Vow
By Sharon Olds

I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.
The White City
By Claude McKay

I wrap the blue towel
The White Porch
By Cathy Song

I ran up six flights of stairs
The Whole Mess ... Almost
By Gregory Corso

I caught this morning morning's minion, king-
The Windhover
By Gerard Manley Hopkins

I sit in my sorrow a-weary, alone;
The Window Just Over the Street
By Alice Cary

I thought about his death for so many hours,
The Wires of the Night
By Billy Collins

In Ocean's wide domains,
The Witnesses
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I wanted so ably
The World
By Robert Creeley

I saw Eternity the other night,
The World
By Henry Vaughan

It was the schooner Hesperus,
The Wreck of the Hesperus
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I stand on the ledge where rock runs into the river
The Wreck of the Thresher
By William Meredith

It takes faith—this tripping through the mixed blessings
The Wreckage Entrepreneur
By Alice Fulton

I SPOT the hills
Theme in Yellow
By Carl Sandburg

I see you down there, white-haired
They
By Wendell Berry

In view of the fading animals
They are hostile nations
By Margaret Atwood

In restaurants we argue
They eat out
By Margaret Atwood

In the beginning we could hear their swords cutting jewels
Thinking About the Enemy
By J. P. White

It is calm.
Thirteen Blackbirds Look at a Man
By R. S. Thomas

In early youth’s unclouded scene,
Thirty-Eight. To Mrs ____y
By Charlotte Smith

It is neither the property of man nor the kingdom of the gods. It circulates and expands, spreading far and wide the mobile matter of its own dream. The polished and unfinished exchange their virtues in it. If there is no soul or principle, at least blue exists, always ready to open up in the grayness of days, offered to anyone and for nothing, like the palm of an empty hand, and like a promise everyone knows will not be kept. It is good like this: this light on our misery, this beauty near our death. Enough to keep on writing books, painting canvases, loving, and composing music. To try to hold the day against yourself. And ever after more misery, mixed with more beauty. As long as we can, we will accompany the passing of time with our fingertips.
This blue belongs to no one.
By Jean-Michel Maulpoix

It is my emotions that early me through Lambertville, New Jersey,
This Is It
By Gerald Stern

I
Thomas Jefferson
By Lorine Niedecker

I gave my thoughts a golden peach,
Thoughts
By Marjorie Pickthall

I called up tech and got the voicemail code.
Three Six Five Zero
By Conor O'Callaghan

I emerge from the mind’s
Threshold
By R. S. Thomas

In the laboratory waiting room
Through a Glass Eye, Lightly
By Carolyn Kizer

I have no Brother,—they who meet me now
Thy Brother’s Blood
By Jones Very

Is it only when you’re little
Tiger Butter
By Diane Glancy

I remember a square of New York’s Hudson River glinting between warehouses.
Time of the Missile
By George Oppen

I should be dumb before thee, feathered sage!
To a Captive Owl
By Henry Timrod

I
To a Cat
By Algernon Charles Swinburne

I wonder what the Greeks kept in these comicstrip canisters.
To a Real Standup Piece of Painted Crockery
By George Starbuck

It is the unremarkable that will last,
To a Wren on Calvary
By Larry Levis

I am so far from the voices
To Double Lock
By Pierre Reverdy

I slumbered with your poems on my breast
To E. T.
By Robert Frost

I cry your mercy—pity—love! Aye, love!
To Fanny
By John Keats

I see the devil’s head, people, I see his whole body
To Have a Friend
By Tomaz Salamun

Into the changes of autumn brush
To Kill a Deer
By Carol Frost

In the cards and at the bend in the road
To Luck
By W. S. Merwin

If ever two were one, then surely we.
To My Dear and Loving Husband
By Anne Bradstreet

I did not live until this time
To My Excellent Lucasia, on Our Friendship
By Katherine Philips

I was your rebellious son,
To My Mother
By Wendell Berry

Incautious Youth, why do'st thou so mis-place
To My Young Lover
By Jane Barker

I have seen the proudest stars
To One Unknown
By Helen Dudley

I am weary of the working,
To Solitude
By Alice Cary

I came to you one rainless August night.
To the Desert
By Benjamin Alire Sáenz

I wanted to be sure to reach you;
To the Harbormaster
By Frank O'Hara

I am heaping the bones of the old mother
To The House
By Robinson Jeffers

It is all right. All they do
To the Muse
By James Wright

I swear to you she wanted back into the shut, the slow,
To the Reader
By Jorie Graham

I want you with me, and yet you are the end
To the Reader: If You Asked Me
By Chase Twichell

I go again to the sea and converse with Ovid
To the Sea
By Marin Sorescu

If thou dislik’st the piece thou light’st on first,
To the Sour Reader
By Robert Herrick

I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut
To You
By Kenneth Koch

I leave you in your garden.
To Yvor Winters, 1955
By Thom Gunn

If ever there were a spring day so perfect,
Today
By Billy Collins

If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes:
Tor House
By Robinson Jeffers

I thought he was dumb,
Tortoise Shout
By D. H. (David Herbert) Lawrence

In the back of the charm-box, in a sack, the baby
Toth Farry
By Sharon Olds

I am an American tourist in my room writing letters.
Tourist
By Paul Engle

In Tunis we try to discuss divorce
Tourists
By Lynn Emanuel

I will teach you my townspeople
Tract
By William Carlos Williams

I
Tradition
By Lorine Niedecker

I am not asleep, but I see
Transcendence of Janus
By Frank Stanford

It is foolish
Tree
By Jane Hirshfield

In Chota Nagpur and Bengal
Tree Marriage
By William Meredith

I think that I shall never see
Trees
By Joyce Kilmer

It stops the town we come through. Workers raise
Troop Train
By Karl Shapiro

In the still morning when you move
Tropics
By Ellen Bryant Voigt

Is there a sound? There is a forest.
Trouble Deaf Heaven
By Bin Ramke

I got in the shower
trouble with spain
By Charles Bukowski

In the middle of the night, when we get up
True Love
By Sharon Olds

I am thy grass, O Lord!
Trust
By Lizette Woodworth Reese

It was a life of exile under the trees.
Tuning
By Diane Glancy

If it’s true that Johnny Weismuller stole his Tarzan yell
Twang Chic: Sam Buckhannon Explores the Latest Fashion
By R. T. Smith

It little profits that an idle king,
Ulysses
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson

I didn’t get much sleep last night
Underwear
By Lawrence Ferlinghetti

In this little urn is laid
Upon Prue, His Maid
By Robert Herrick

I have lost, and lately, these
Upon the Loss of his Mistresses
By Robert Herrick

If sadness
Upper World
By Rae Armantrout

I
Valentine’s Day Boxing at the Madison County Jail
By Kevin Stein

I will die in Miami in the sun,
Variations on a Text by Vallejo
By Donald Justice

In silent night when rest I took,
Verses upon the Burning of our House, July 10th, 1666
By Anne Bradstreet

I love to watch them sheathe themselves mid-air,
Vesper Sparrows
By Deborah Digges

In your extended absence, you permit me
Vespers [In your extended absence, you permit me]
By Louise Glück

I
Villon
By Basil Bunting

Is this what you intended, Vincent
Vincent, Homesick for the Land of Pictures
By Peter Gizzi

I have not walked on common ground,
Vision
By Marjorie Pickthall

In flat America, in Chicago,
Visiting a dead man on a summer day
By Marge Piercy

I’m gon put a hex on you
VooDoo/Love Magic
By Angela Jackson

It was dusk, the light hesitating
Waking
By Carol Frost

Inside the veins there are navies setting forth,
Waking from Sleep
By Robert Bly

In movies when the hero is about to die,
Walking the Dunes
By Brenda Hillman

In order to perfect all readers
Wall, Cave, and Pillar Statements, After Asoka
By Alan Dugan

I am, as you know, Walter Llywarch,
Walter Llywarch
By R. S. Thomas

I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night
from War is Kind ["I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night"]
By Stephen Crane

I do not understand why men make war.
War Voyeurs
By Juan Felipe Herrera

It has never been so easy to cry
Warm Days in January
By Donald Revell

I wanted to know what it was like before we
Waving Goodbye
By Gerald Stern

I used an arrow to kill the spider.
Weaponry
By Kim Addonizio

It hain't no use to grumble and complane;
Wet-weather Talk
By James Whitcomb Riley

In winter, it is what calls us
What Calls Us
By David Bengtson

I learned from my mother how to love
What I Learned From My Mother
By Julia Kasdorf

is some huge hexagonal white seal
What I Miss
By Anne Stevenson

I.
What to Eat, What to Drink, and What to Leave for Poison
By Camille T. Dungy

It is just as well we do not see,
What We Need
By Jo McDougall

In sober mornings do thou not rehearse
When he would have his Verses Read
By Robert Herrick

Is cut close, blades and bones,
When Life
By Jimmy Santiago Baca

If it is true that you were young
When the Gods Go, Half-Gods Arrive
By Lucie Brock-Broido

In the southern Adriatic, where the blue begins,
Where the Blue Begins
By George Bradley

In winter
White-Eyes
By Mary Oliver

I was shacked with a
who in the hell is Tom Jones?
By Charles Bukowski

Isn't the moon dark too,
Why Are Your Poems So Dark?
By Linda Pastan

I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why I Am Not a Painter
By Frank O'Hara

I am unjust, but I can strive for justice.
Why I Voted the Socialist Ticket
By Vachel Lindsay

I was the Widow McFarlane,
Widow McFarlane
By Edgar Lee Masters

In the dark we disappear, pure being.
Wight
By Stanley Plumly

I don’t know what to say to you, neighbor,
Winter
By Marie Ponsot

I would like to decorate this silence,
Winter Love
By Linda Gregg

i wish them cramps.
wishes for sons
By Lucille Clifton

In payment for those mornings at the mirror while,
With Emma at the Ladies-Only Swimming Pond on Hampstead Heath
By Linda Gregerson

I am not born as yet,
Woman Unborn
By Anna Swir

It is her right, to bind with warmest ties,
Woman’s Rights
By Rebekah Gumpert Hyneman

It is autumn but early. No crow cries from the dry woods.
Woodcut
By Thomas McGrath

In the mud of a tire rut,
Woodstock
By Peter Balakian

I walk without saying a word with a girl
Words for a Girlfriend
By Cesare Pavese

I might as well begin by saying how much I like the title.
Workshop
By Billy Collins

I am 32 years old
Writ on the Eve of My 32nd Birthday
By Gregory Corso

I imagined the atmosphere would be clear,
Writing in the Afterlife
By Billy Collins

I sat inside a thin gray envelope of air
Writing Letters to My Mother
By Colette Inez

In a cerulean ruckus
Yellow Dog Café
By Yusef Komunyakaa

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � Port-au-Prince
Yellow Dress
By Amy Beeder

I’ve trod the links with many a man,
Yesterday
By Edgar Albert Guest

I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind,
Yet Do I Marvel
By Countee Cullen

I’ve expanded like the swollen door in summer
Yom Kippur, Taos, New Mexico
By Robin Becker

I used to smoke before they opened
You and Me and Veronica Lake
By Colleen J. McElroy

I seemed always standing
Young Man
By John Haines

If I am sentenced not to talk to you,
Your Shakespeare
By Marvin Bell

I am afraid after reading all these so-called initiation books that some
["The Last Supper"] from "The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You"
By Frank Stanford

I married
[I married]
By Lorine Niedecker

I saw him walking along slowly at night
[I saw him walking along slowly at night]
By Charles Reznikoff

if mama
[if mama / could see]
By Lucille Clifton

if your complexion is a mess
[if your complexion is a mess]
By Harryette Mullen

It's been two thousand years now that, with a wounded leg,
[It's been two thousand years now]
By Marie-Claire Bancquart

it’s rank it cranks you up
[it’s rank it cranks you up]
By Harryette Mullen