ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
The damselfly folds its wings
over its body when at rest. Captured,
it should not be killed...
If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
I would my soul were like the bird
That dares the vastness undeterred.
Look, where the bluebird on the bough ...
Then came the darker sooner,
came the later lower.
We were no longer a sweeter-here...
I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate...
Five daughters, in the slant light on the porch,
are bickering. The eldest has come home
with new truths she can hardly wait to teach....
Every morning since the time changed
I have woken to the dawn chorus
And even before it sounded, I dreamed of it...
After the cocoon I was in a human body
instead of a butterfly’s. All along my back
It is 12:20 in New York a Friday
three days after Bastille day, yes
it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshine...
It hangs on its
stem like a plum
at the edge of a...
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