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ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2014-2015 Poetry Out Loud competition. More information here.

Song: to Celia [Come, my Celia, let us prove]

By Ben Jonson

Come, my Celia, let us prove,
While we can, the sports of love;
Time will not be ours forever; . . .

The Songs of Maximus: Song 1

By Charles Olson


                     colored pictures
of all things to eat: dirty . . .

The Songs of Maximus: Song 2

By Charles Olson

all
wrong
            And I am asked—ask myself (I, too, covered    . . .

Sonnet 1 

By Philip Sidney

Loving in truth, and fain in verse my love to show,
That the dear She might take some pleasure of my pain,
Pleasure might cause her read, reading might make her know, . . .

Sonnet 84: While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn yields

By Anna Seward

While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn yields,
   Trembles upon the thin, and naked spray,
   November, dragging on this sunless day, . . .

Sonnet  55: Not marble nor the gilded monuments

By William Shakespeare

Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme,
But you shall shine more bright in these contents . . .

Sonnet 91: On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose

By Anna Seward

On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose,
   In amber radiance plays; the tall young grass
   No foot hath bruised; clear morning, as I pass, . . .

Sonnet  15: When I consider everything that grows

By William Shakespeare

When I consider everything that grows
Holds in perfection but a little moment,
That this huge stage presenteth nought but shows . . .

Sonnet  18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

By William Shakespeare

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, . . .

Sonnet 23: Methought I saw my late espoused saint

By John Milton

Methought I saw my late espoused saint
       Brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave,
       Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, . . .