ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2015-2016 competition.
Distrust this season breeds
in me whole
blue worlds, am second...
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And the frost falls and the rain:
A weary heart went thankful to rest, ...
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires, ...
Over an edge of cloud the naked angel
blasts his long horn downward and they rise,
or try to, skeletons, half-skeletons,...
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy ...
on a day when
we were dark
and not so full of...
My bands of silk and miniver
Momently grew heavier;
The black gauze was beggarly thin;...
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