ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you'll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks; ...
Among the signs of autumn I perceive
The Roman wormwood (called by learned men
Ambrosia elatior, food for gods,— ...
I thought I was so tough,
But gentled at your hands,
Cannot be quick enough...
For some semitropical reason
when the rains fall
relentlessly they fall...
Back when the earth was new
and heaven just a whisper,
back when the names of things...
My daughter made drawings with the pens you sent,
line drawings that suggest the things they represent,
different from any drawings she — at ten — had done,...
This is about the women of that country
Sometimes they spoke in slogans
That everything's inevitable.
That fate is whatever has already happened.
The brain, which is an elemental, as sane, as the rest of the processing universe is....
That gaunt old man came first, his hair as white
As your scoured tables. Maybe you’ll recollect him
By the scars of steelmill burns on the backs of his hands,...
They were nearing the end of their story.
The fire was dying, like the fire in the story.
Each page turned was torn and fed...
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