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, ...
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, ...
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, ...
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 moon now rises to her absolute rule,
And the husbandman and hunter
Acknowledge her for their mistress. ...
Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness -...
My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares, ...
What People are Saying