poem called I

[Sharmila]

Does anyone know who wrote the poem I and where I might be able to find it?

[Golem]

If it's the poem I think you're referring to then it's by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and you can read it here ...

I

I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair:
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
'Guess now who holds thee ? '--' Death,' I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang,--' Not Death, but Love.'

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

[Sharmila]

Unfortunately, this is not the poem I am looking for. The poem I am searching for basically deals with I, the ego. But thank you, this is a lovely poem.