ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair—
The bees are stirring—birds are on the wing—
And Winter slumbering in the open air, ...
As this suburban summer wanders toward dark
cats watch from their driveways — they are bored
and await miracles. The houses show, through windows...
The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
Little we see in Nature that is ours;...
I wanted so ably
to reassure you, I wanted
the man you took to be me,...
The cursive crawl, the squared-off characters
these by themselves delight, even without
a meaning, in a foreign language, in...
I was born in minutes in a roadside kitchen a skilletwhispering my name. I was born to rainwater and lye;
I was born across the river where I
was borrowed with clothespins, a harrow tooth,...
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