ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2016-2017 competition.
If but some vengeful god would call to me
From up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing,
Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy, ...
when i went to summer camp the white kids had a tendency
to shorten names of important institutions. make Northwestern
University into NU. international relations into IR. everybody...
What is a woman that you forsake her,
And the hearth-fire and the home-acre,
To go with the old grey Widow-maker? ...
He lived—childhood summers
thru bare feet
then years of money’s lack ...
I sigh for the heavenly country,
Where the heavenly people pass,
And the sea is as quiet as a mirror...
The snail moves like a
Hovercraft, held up by a
Rubber cushion of itself, ...
All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives ...
Nothing has changed. They have a welcome sign,
a hill with cows and a white house on top,
a mall and grocery store where people shop,...
Behold and soak like a sponge.
I have discovered that the island of Puerto Rico
is the ears of Saru-Saru, a poet reputed to have lived ...
On the crowded hill bordering the mill,
across the shallow stream, nearer than they seem,
they wait and will be waiting....
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