ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
He was a big man, says the size of his shoes
on a pile of broken dishes by the house;
a tall man too, says the length of the bed...
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light....
A queer thing about those waters: there are noBirds there, or hardly any.
I did not miss them, I do not remember
Missing them, or thinking it uncanny....
The hounds, you know them all by name.
You fostered them from purblind whelps
At their dam’s teats, and you have come ...
Yes. I remember Adlestrop—
The name, because one afternoon
Of heat the express-train drew up there...
Love not too much. But how,
When thou hast made me such,
And dost thy gifts bestow,...
Because I have come to the fence at night,
the horses arrive also from their ancient stable.
They let me stroke their long faces, and I note ...
One night, not long after the disaster,
as our train was passing Astor,
the car door opened with a shudder...
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves
And against the morning’s white
The shivering birds beneath the eaves...
When I know you are coming home
I put on this necklace:
glass beads on a silken thread,...
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