ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
Oh, Unreadable One, why
have you done this to your dumb creature?
Why have you chosen to punish the coyote ...
I ply with all the cunning of my artThis little thing, and with consummate care
I fashion it—so that when I depart,
Those who come after me shall find it fair...
The senseless leaf in the fevered hand
Grows hot, near blood-heat, but never grows
Green. Weeks ago the dove’s last cooing strain...
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face — the face of one long dead —
Looks at me from the wall, where round its head ...
Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,...
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