ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2015-2016 competition.
What on Earth deserves our trust?
Youth and Beauty both are dust.
Long we gathering are with pain,...
This little vault, this narrow room,
Of Love, and Beauty, is the tomb;
The dawning beam that gan to clear ...
This Little, Silent, Gloomy Monument,
Contains all that was sweet and innocent ;...
Pomegranates fell from the trees
in our sleep. If we stayed
in the sun too long...
Now comes the evening of the mind.
Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood;
Here is the shadow moving down the page...
Suppose I said the word “springtime”
and I wrote the words “king salmon”
on a piece of paper...
When love was a question, the message arrived
in the beak of a wire and plaster bird. The coloratura
was hardly to be believed. For flight, ...
The lords of life, the lords of life,—
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,...
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