ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2017-2018 competition.
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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