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Chapters (1520)

I almost loved you but in friendship’s kind 671
I am a disappointment 407
I am a kind of Persephone perhaps 360
I am afraid of people who move quickly 232
I am afraid of saying what I mean 860
I am ashamed of things I did and said 941
I am cheerful. You can 412
I am gentle now. Forget 882
I am left over 279
I am myself, no other man or woman 278
I am not after visions or prayers 763
I am proud of my pride 415
I am the haunted house whose doors are locked 358
I am the seed that slept last night 229
I am three elements, I 521
I am tired but I cannot sleep 264
I’m a close relative 625
I’m frightened at night 229
I’m glad that there were some who did not speak 706
I’m ill I want psychoanalysis 217
I’m painting a picture for you 915
‘I’m too old to play with you any more’ 503
I’m vexed with this delight 742
I’ve never been back to Boston 767
I’ve sometimes heard it at night 888
I’ve vexed my mind about where spirits are 785
I beg, I ask for light 496
I buy you cards to speed you on your way 862
I came once into a field of love 489
I came upon a kind of magnet-pull 516
I can do nothing but feel, I can imagine 640
I can remember that obsessive love 484
I can see him cogitating, watch him with 609
I can smell it, it is coming 867
I can’t remember any tenderness 807
I cannot bear the swearing and the flies 494
I cannot bear these faces any more 836
I cannot shape an image or acquire 129
I cannot speak the words I want to say 869
I caught a night-bird on a shaft of wind 357
I climbed a ladder to … 533
I close my eyes a moment, then 852
I could not worship a placid God 856
I couldn’t paint it that day 700
I count the moments of my mercies up 435
I did not know the names of love 234
I did not sin but, Son of God and mine 383
I do not know now what to say 955
I do not know what it’s doing entirely yet 908
I do not know what they are catching 109
I do not need to look on outward forms 143
I do not understand this child 166
I do not understand what you are doing 848
I do not understand 941
I fear it’s very wrong of me 228
I feel because I do not feel 306
I feel great warmth towards those I’ve left behind 858
I feel I could be turned to ice 315
‘I get this from my father,’ one may say 705
I get up shaken by all my nightmares 240
I give the clouds a revelry of song 566
I had a feeling that you might come back 203
I had a lucky childhood. I was 633
I had read Plato in translation long 935
I had the meal ready 866
I have always revered it – energy leashed in 614
I have been away too long 416
I have been reading in the book of love 779
I have come into the hour of a white healing 421
I have come to where the deep words are 485
I have grown wary of the ways of love 434
I have hated these months 843
I have known elegies of early days 939
I have known partings when 946
I have learnt my tongue 586
I have lived in a time of opulent grief 592
I have looked about for you many times 396
I have not been back, have not returned to Boston 605
I have not seen you now for two whole years 864
I have not stood at this grave nor have I 317
I have placed candles. I have held the wick 356
I have pretended long, in loyalty 651
I have received a letter from the dead 620
I have received your word now twenty times 118
I have seen seas so still 543
I have seen them slow in their soft pond 868
I have sometimes thought how it would have been 91
I have the shells now in a leather box 189
I have walked into the clouds where light 517
I have woken out of this cunning sleep 251
I have written so little about it, in truth 560
I heard them say I’m ugly 225
I held it in my hand 232
I hired a boat and told the sailors to 337
I kept my answers small and kept them near 53
I knew that it lay about me 794
I know not if it is imagination 137
I know not if it is the longed-for night 136
I know not whence it came and yet it surely 146
I know that I was wrong about the hours 749
‘I know what you feel,’ we glibly say 781
I know witchery 682
I learn of love now that I’ve been betrayed 663
I learnt his ancient language when at school 263
I look like a flower you could pick. My delicate wings 407
I look stupid, much like a dirty heap of snow 417
I love to see the master at his work 778
I love you for the feel of things you have 778
I make him greater. Yes I magnify 382
I miss my mother today 627
I miss you but 948
I move very slowly 416
I must accept that love will never come 722
I must admit it; all the things I thought 837
I must go back to the start and to the source 669
I name them now, I think of them always 385
I never cared for such an ordered view 577
I never dreamt this, but I wish I had 294
I never met my father’s father who 692
I once had a marmalade Tom 224
I only felt it when somebody said 656
I ought to know after so long 787
I painted a house that morning 691
I play now with the thought of being a child 34
I praise those things I always take for granted 769
I preen myself, I am a peacock word 625
I put my hands out and the breezes come 464
I qualify, I add to, I insist 626
I reached you a moment and gently spoke 261
I remember you only with love 895
I savour it as it returns to me 797
I scarcely knew him when his eyes were shut 119
I see in your fair face, my dearest Lord 144
I see the builders 856
I seek now to compose 32
I settle down but not as I did when a child 612
I shall never live them down, never tumble over 508
I shall not forget this Summer 796
I suddenly saw it – the wedding cake 868
I think I found a counterpart of it 748
I think it has returned 264
I think now of the Middle Ages when 707
I think now of your death and am more shaken 862
I think of them now, these makers who needed life 837
I thought I’d set it right. A night ago 879
I thought it would be different when we spoke 852
I thrive on incompletion and, in love 653
I visited the place where we last met 67
I wait and watch. The distances disperse 249
I walked into our garden one Spring night 697
I want new words, I want new words. All night 919
I wanted love and now I have received it 863
I was a child when the war began 833
I was in love with someone when a child 573
I was in Rome twenty-six years ago 536
I was near it, close to the world around me seeming within me 565
I was the one who waited in the garden 98
I was there now forty years ago 913
I was walking along a cliff 689
I watched them playing, each with gloves well tied 279
I will go down the paths in Summer and get 268
I will risk threats of gazing at the most appetising 352
‘I will unlearn myself for you’ he says 14
I wish that I could help you when this happens 207
I wish, God, for some end I do not will 157
I woke to another dream. 458
I would have paint near me 878
i’ll have a go at it 220
I’ll keep this heartbreak, let it hurt and tear 615
I’ll weave a spell and send it to 513
If a small, steady flame can quickly dry 140
If any fire could equal that great light 140
‘If I believed what you do I would stay 602
If in the face, if in the gazing eyes 127
If love is chaste, if pity comes from heaven 132
If many children had been born to them 209
If memory is casual, if time 509
If my rough hammer makes a human form 149
If noble concepts have a birth divine 123
If someone has been favoured with a great 135
If the immortal longing which inspires 134
If the myth’s outworn, the legend broken 39
If there are spirits, then they breathe in birds 438
If there could have been in those absolute days a prescience 501
If there’s a saving God he is 514
If we are arrogant and wish to be 715
If you have a secret tell it 575
Ignore the stories which say 410
Imagination greets the baleful tide 545
In a dark mood I wandered at night-time 756
In crisis now I walk 66
In language of originality 921
In order that your beauties may endure 133
In other ages painters never had 854
In such slow sweetness of spirit, in such kind condescensions 578
In the beginning, on the first true dawn 668
In the dark dining-room with its scent 268
In the meantime. What does it mean? 754
In the picture-galleries of the mind 920
In the Spring, Tipasa is inhabited by gods 183
In the still night the cool notes fall 794
In this place of blue and green and noise and sunshine bright 828
In those early days it was a game 479
In two more days it will be one 849
In your handsome house where everything eases the eye 547
Inlands are always like that 615
Innocence is broken every day 775
Inside the room I see the table laid 71
Instead of painted avenues 394
Into our history great prophets break 812
Into the wood we hurried for an hour 304
Intricate pieces: children 175
Is dusk the favourite hour for many people? 568
Is it dual-natured to be so alive 487
Is it searching me out? Is the music 596
Is it the lack of self that most of all 553
Is it the song they wish to catch, to hold 59
Is it too dark for glory? 600
Is it true Spring, this rush of light into 567
Is there a music underneath the kind 707
Isn’t the sky wider, isn’t the air 367
It all began with a bicker 704
It all came back, my love of Italy 885
It all happens so slowly. A few words 745
It almost was not. That is what I say 700
It can round known galaxies, scan light 804
It comes to me at midnight it is true 697
It contains your intelligence 259
It does not make you feel better 617
It does not need barbed wire, bombs or gas 299
It does this, I suppose – protects 260
It feels like spoiling something precious 300
It grips hands, feet, whole body 256
It halts, it limps along, it cannot soar 920
It happened one day 723
It happens sometimes even in the great 119
It has come fast, another Lent 461
It has to do with time, there is no doubt 589
It is a girl. No it is many. They are 400
It is a house you visit but don’t stay 587
It is a kind of force which does not touch 553
It is a Moses rush of light behind 517
It is a music of the air 761
It is a person and can only be 708
It is a want that cannot have enough 717
It is a wild animal 243
It is all a swirl of green 902
It is all seasons and no time at ease 676
It is as if I’d never seen before 807
It is at all great starts of things. Recall 803
It is burning the Winter away 238
It is empty. Anyone entering hears 350
It is endless – this Summer 253
It is falling through my hand 252
it is full of things from my childhood 214
It is going, leaving me – but the pain 379
It is imagination’s liberal side 705
It is most rife in Spring, this sudden move 677
It is never gone for long 820
It is noon. I see that the church is open. I must go in 84
It is not in the heart alone 295
It is not love but we who change 531
It is not possible to say how much 116
It is not quite a house without the sun 18
It is on the edge of my mind, the tip of 616
It is only today that I 695
It is over there, far out 253
It is reality, it must be stressed 805
It is sad and theatrical and also it 603
It is so gentle as yet 591
It is so rare. It is unlike 719
It is so simple and so quiet that we 743
It is the association after all 29
It is the day of death and the burnt-out sun 752
It is the order which we know so well 814
It is the ritual not the fact 96
It is the stone makes stillness here. I think 79
It is their little safeties that I want 456
It is to be found half-way between sleep and waking 623
It isn’t my house; only part of it 255
It may be a flower or a vase 940
It may be hot. This picture does not show 449
It never brings relief that we can wake 740
It passes from the eyes into the heart 146
It passes from the eyes into the heart 147
It seemed like love; there were so many ways 201
It seemed the most unlikely place to bring 95
It seems strangely like a flower 267
It seems to be very near 571
It should be so and can be so I say 679
It stays, it stays. I have incalculable 489
It was a coming out to newness 235
It was a good day with its panache when 650
It was a madness of the mind and heart 716
It was a perfect friendship that we had 899
It was a rife and perfect Winter cold 457
It was a roadway to me 406
It was a time of peace and people went 480
It was a yellow voice, a high, shrill treble in the nursery 500
It was all scientific to start with 796
It was always a danger to me, this inward-turning 658
It was as if I went back to the source 248
It was at breakfast only yesterday 200
It was like childhood once again but more 600
It was love only that we knew 113
It was no dream and yet it was not waking 794
It was not that I intercepted 342
It was only a film 111
It was the amazing white, it was the way he simply 104
It was the going back which gathered 345
It was the way 177
It was too much of gazing into mirrors 57
It was what we did not do that I remember 525
It wasn’t a moment. It 448
It wasn’t violence I noticed first 552
It will always go with love, this delicate sadness 572
It will never cease, this needing, never be over 608
It will not be possible to be radiant with ripe age, to 521
It works in time, I think, and yet 601
It would be an error to suppose 401
It’s all built up, with ugly houses too 721
It’s in the blood and yet it is much more 693
It’s Whitsun in a day or two and I 820
Item, a cloud, and how it changes shape 471