199. I cannot grow - W H Auden
200. I saw a Peacock with a fiery tail - anon
201. I think that the Root of the Wind is Water - Emily Dickinson
202. I will give my love an apple without e'er a core - anon
203. If I might be an ox - anon
204. In beauty may I walk - anon
205. In Golden Gate Park that day - Lawrence Ferlinghetti
206. In the Deep Channel - William Stafford
207. In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell - Samuel Taylor Coleridge
208. In Time of 'The Breaking of Nations' - Thomas Hardy
209. Infant Sorrow - William Blake
210. Innocence - Patrick Kavanagh
211. The Inquest - W H Davies
212. Interruption to a Journey - Norman MacCaig
213. Inversnaid - Gerard Manley Hopkins
214. Invictus - W E Henley
215. it is not growing like a tree - Ben Johnson
216. It's such a little thing to weep - Emily Dickinson
217. It Was All Very Tidy - Robert Graves
218. It was a lover and his lass - William Shakespeare
219. Jabberwocky - Lewis Carroll
220. Janet Waking - John Crowe Ransom
221. Jerusalem - William Blake
222. Jim Desterland - Hyam Plutzik
223. John Barleycorn - Robert Burns
224. John Kinsella's Lament for Mrs Mary Moore - W B Yeats
225. John Mouldy - Walter de la Mare
226. The Jungle Husband - Stevie Smith
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The Rattle Bag: The I & J Poems
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Re: The Rattle Bag: An Anthology of Poetry
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Re: The Rattle Bag: The I & J Poems
Apparently there is a growing trend of people buying artificial turf (fake grass) for their lawns rather than growing real grass because it requires no maintenance and it's so ... tidy. Here's a perspective on 'tidy' from Robert Graves:
It Was All Very Tidy
When I reached his place,
The grass was smooth,
The wind was delicate,
The wit was well timed,
The limbs well formed,
The pictures straight on the wall:
It was all very tidy.
He was cancelling out
The last row of figures,
He had his beard tied up in ribbons,
There was no dust on his shoe,
Everyone nodded:
It was all very tidy.
Music was not playing,
There were no sudden noises,
The sun shone blandly,
The clock ticked:
It was all very tidy.
'Apart from this and above all this,'
I reassured myself,
'There is now myself.'
It was all very tidy.
Death did not address me,
He had nearly done:
It was all very tidy.
They asked, did I not think
It was all very tidy?
I could not bring myself
To laugh, or untie
His beard's neat ribbons,
Or jog his elbow,
Or whistle, or sing,
Or make disturbance.
I consented, frozenly.
He was unexceptionable:
It was all very tidy.
Robert Graves
It Was All Very Tidy
When I reached his place,
The grass was smooth,
The wind was delicate,
The wit was well timed,
The limbs well formed,
The pictures straight on the wall:
It was all very tidy.
He was cancelling out
The last row of figures,
He had his beard tied up in ribbons,
There was no dust on his shoe,
Everyone nodded:
It was all very tidy.
Music was not playing,
There were no sudden noises,
The sun shone blandly,
The clock ticked:
It was all very tidy.
'Apart from this and above all this,'
I reassured myself,
'There is now myself.'
It was all very tidy.
Death did not address me,
He had nearly done:
It was all very tidy.
They asked, did I not think
It was all very tidy?
I could not bring myself
To laugh, or untie
His beard's neat ribbons,
Or jog his elbow,
Or whistle, or sing,
Or make disturbance.
I consented, frozenly.
He was unexceptionable:
It was all very tidy.
Robert Graves