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ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2014-2015 Poetry Out Loud competition. More information here.

Much Madness is divinest Sense - (620)

By Emily Dickinson

Much Madness is divinest Sense -
To a discerning Eye -
Much Sense - the starkest Madness - . . .

mulberry fields

By Lucille Clifton

they thought the field was wasting
and so they gathered the marker rocks and stones and
piled them into a barn    they say that the rocks were shaped . . .

Musical Moment

By Virginia Hamilton Adair

Always the caravan of sound made us halt   
to admire the swinging and the swift go-by   
of beasts with enormous hooves and heads    . . .

My Brother, the Artist, at Seven

By Philip Levine

As a boy he played alone in the fields   
behind our block, six frame houses   
holding six immigrant families,    . . .

My Father in the Night Commanding No

By Louis Simpson

My father in the night commanding No
Has work to do. Smoke issues from his lips;   
      He reads in silence. . . .

My Grandmother’s Love Letters

By Hart Crane

There are no stars tonight
But those of memory.
Yet how much room for memory there is . . .

[My mother saw the green tree toad]

By Lorine Niedecker

My mother saw the green tree toad
on the window sill
her first one . . .

My Papa’s Waltz

By Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breath   
Could make a small boy dizzy;   
But I hung on like death:    . . .

[My prime of youth is but a frost of cares]

By Chidiock Tichborne

My prime of youth is but a frost of cares,
My feast of joy is but a dish of pain,
My crop of corn is but a field of tares, . . .

My Sad Captains

By Thom Gunn

One by one they appear in
the darkness: a few friends, and   
a few with historical . . .