ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2016-2017 competition.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be ...
Come when the nights are bright with stars
Or come when the moon is mellow;
Come when the sun his golden bars ...
“Is my team ploughing,
That I was used to drive
And hear the harness jingle ...
In Heaven a spirit doth dwell
“Whose heart-strings are a lute”;
None sing so wildly well ...
Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one ...
It isn’t me, he’d say,
stepping out of a landscape
that offered, he’d thought, the backdrop...
It’s the little towns I like
with their little mills making ratchets
and stanchions, elastic web, ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -
It powders all the Wood.
It fills with Alabaster Wool...
It was not Death, for I stood up,
And all the Dead, lie down -
It was not Night, for all the Bells...
It would be neat if with the New Year
I could leave my loneliness behind with the old year.
My leathery loneliness an old pair of work boots ...
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