ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood...
The river stones are listening
because we have something to say.
The trees lean closer today....
Despite that you
wrote your name
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;...
as if at its center,
god would be there— ...
What I want most is what I deeply fear:
loss of self; yet here I stand, a “memsahib,”
all decked out in wonder, and still a stranger ...
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