ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2016-2017 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, ...
Like a woman hurrying to her lover...
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;...
Because the eye has a short shadow or
it is hard to see over heads in the crowd?
You would think the fury of aerial bombardment
Would rouse God to relent; the infinite spaces
Are still silent. He looks on shock-pried faces....
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