ONLY poems listed here or in the current printed anthology are eligible for the 2018-2019 competition.
The wind blows east, the wind blows west,
And the frost falls and the rain:
A weary heart went thankful to rest, ...
After the fierce midsummer all ablaze
Has burned itself to ashes, and expires
In the intensity of its own fires, ...
From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy...
on a day when
we were dark
and not so full of...
My bands of silk and miniver
Momently grew heavier;
The black gauze was beggarly thin;...
Because the eye has a short shadow or
it is hard to see over heads in the crowd?
My sister woke me very early
that morning and told me
“Get up, you have to come see this...
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