![]() ![]() This year (our award's twelfth) as we opened our boxes of beautiful new books looking for the kinds of magical transformations rooted in our love of poetry, we found, for the most part, flat verse of exactly the kind that had left us cold and empty in books we had seen submitted and about which we'd written before. As we open each new book we look for the "cool web of language," as Robert Graves writes, "to wind us in" (283). There is a sense of promise, of the possibility of finding something alive in the boxes. Every year since this award's inception, our judges receive boxes of books of poetry, and we've eagerly looked forward to reading the new, hot-off-the-presses volumes. Year after year the bad swamps the good, and the good sometimes sinks in the swamp, disappearing like Atreyu's steed, swallowed up by the Swamp of Sadness. ![]()
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