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, ...
Earth’s Wrath at our assaults is slow to come
But relentless when it does. It has to do
With catastrophic change, and with the limit...
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, ...
So that the truant boy may go steady with the State,
So that in his spine a memory of wings
Will make his shoulders tense & bend...
He waltzes into the lane
’cross the free-throw line,
fakes a drive, pivots,...
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim,...
"Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have sat us down to wet ...
I wake up cold, I who
Prospered through dreams of heat
Wake to their residue, ...
March 10th and the snow flees like eloping bridesinto rain. The imperceptible change begins
out of an old rage and glistens, chaste, with its new
craving, spring. May your desire always overcome...
Honor a going thing, goldfinch, corporation, tree,
morality: any working order,
animate or inanimate: it...
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