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ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2013-2014 Poetry Out Loud competition. More information here.

When I Am Asked

By Lisel Mueller

When I am asked   
how I began writing poems,   
I talk about the indifference of nature.    . . .

Sonnet 19: When I consider how my light is spent

By John Milton

When I consider how my light is spent,
   Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
   And that one Talent which is death to hide . . .

When I have Fears That I May Cease to Be

By John Keats

When I have fears that I may cease to be
   Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,
Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, . . .

When You Are Old

By William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look . . .

The White City

By Claude McKay

I will not toy with it nor bend an inch.
Deep in the secret chambers of my heart
I muse my life-long hate, and without flinch . . .

The Widow’s Lament in Springtime

By William Carlos Williams

Sorrow is my own yard
where the new grass
flames as it has flamed . . .

The Windhover

By Gerard Manley Hopkins

I caught this morning morning's minionminion favorite, darling; also, an underling or servant, king-
    dom of daylight's dauphindauphin prince; a French historical term, along with “chevalier”, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
    Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and . . .

Windows

By Linda Bierds

When the cow died by the green sapling,
her limp udder splayed on the grass
like something from the sea, we offered . . .

Winter Remembered

By John Crowe Ransom

Two evils, monstrous either one apart,
Possessed me, and were long and loath at going:   
A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart,    . . .

Without Regret

By Eleanor Wilner

Nights, by the light of whatever would burn:
tallow, tinder and the silken rope
of wick that burns slow, slow . . .