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Famous Ia Poems by Famous Poets

These are examples of famous Ia poems written by some of the greatest and most-well-known modern and classical poets. PoetrySoup is a great educational poetry resource of famous ia poems. These examples illustrate what a famous ia poem looks like and its form, scheme, or style (where appropriate).

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by Wilcox, Ella Wheeler
...for the binders have come
And Johnnie will want his dinner -
He was always a hungry child'; 
And they answer, 'Yes, it ia waiting'; 
Then tell you, 'Her brain is wild.'

Again, in the hush of the evening, 
When the work of the day is done, 
And the binders go singing homeward
In the last red rays of the sun, 
She will sit at the threshold waiting, 
And with her withered face lights with joy: 
'Come, Johnnie, ' she says, as they pass her, 
'Come into the house, my boy.Read more of this...



by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
...nset I was straying

Silently the wood along,
Damon on his flute was playing,

And the rocks gave back the song,
So la, Ia! &c.

Softly tow'rds him then he drew me;

Sweet each kiss he gave me then!
And I said, "Play once more to me!"

And he kindly play'd again,
So la, la! &c.

All my peace for aye has fleeted,

All my happiness has flown;
Yet my ears are ever greeted

With that olden, blissful tone,
So la, la! &c.

1791....Read more of this...

by von Goethe, Johann Wolfgang
...air,

Roam'd a shepherdess and sang;
Young and beauteous, free from care,

Through the fields her clear notes rang:
So, Ia, Ia! le ralla, &c.

Of his lambs some two or three

Thyrsis offer'd for a kiss;
First she eyed him roguishly,

Then for answer sang but this:
So, Ia, Ia! le ralla, &c.

Ribbons did the next one offer,

And the third, his heart so true
But, as with the lambs, the scoffer

Laugh'd at heart and ribbons too,--
Still 'twas Ia! le ralla, &c.

1791.<...Read more of this...

by Sandburg, Carl
...IA STORM of white petals,
Buds throwing open baby fists
Into hands of broad flowers.

IIRed roses running upward,
Clambering to the clutches of life
Soaked in crimson.

IIIRabbles of tattered leaves
Holding golden flimsy hopes
Against the tramplings
Into the pits and gullies.

IVHoarfrost and silence:
Only the muffling
Of winds dark and lonesome—...Read more of this...

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