ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
The wild winds weep,
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep, ...
He waltzes into the lane
’cross the free-throw line,
fakes a drive, pivots,...
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,...
"Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet ...
I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue, ...
March 10th and the snow flees like eloping bridesinto rain. The imperceptible change begins
out of an old rage and glistens, chaste, with its new
craving, spring. May your desire always overcome...
I had come to the house, in a cave of trees,
Facing a sheer sky.
Everything moved,—a bell hung ready to strike,...
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low; ...
Half of my life is gone, and I have let
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of my youth, to build ...
The child is not dead.
She is sleeping.
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