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The first round of judging took place in January. Undergraduates and M.F.A. students assessed more than 1,100 poems.<\/em><\/p>\n By Eve Strillacci M.F.A. ’13<\/strong><\/p>\n Born August 31, 1938, Thorp was the second child of Jane and Francis Thorp of Philadelphia and younger sister to brother Tilman Ramsey Thorp. She attended the Germantown Friends School, where she was a member of the choir, and as an older student the editor of The Pastorian<\/em>, the school\u2019s literary magazine. It seems that even from an early age Thorp wrestled with and rejoiced in the struggle that unites Hollins students: the longing to connect.<\/p>\n Thorp was enrolled at Hollins from 1956 to 1958. She participated in choir and drama, but the fledgling writer dedicated the most passion to her creative writing courses, many taught by Professor Louis D. Rubin, Jr., who would later help Thorp\u2019s parents assemble her posthumous book. In a letter to Dean Mary Phelgar Smith (from the university archives, housed in the Wyndham Robertson Library), Jane Thorp voiced concerns that her daughter could be a bit \u201clazy\u201d when not compelled to work, but Nancy Thorp proved herself to be a fervent student of writing. She was a staff member for Cargoes<\/em>, Hollins\u2019 literary journal,and kept notes and drafts of poems and essays, many of which have been preserved in A Face Upon the Sun.<\/em><\/p>\n Thorp\u2019s keen mind and agile sense of humor \u2014 as well as her sensitivity and compassion \u2014 are evident in her writings. In a 1959 letter, she wrote to Dean Smith requesting a transcript of her \u201cdreadful grades,\u201d and in an exit survey for Hollins she advised that the school \u201cmake sure the girls know they are there to learn\u2014not get married. Emphasize the worth of knowledge for its own sake!\u201d Her notebook, also preserved in the Hollins archives, includes many lighthearted musings on everyday life, such as the delightful piece titled \u201cA Responsive Ode on Mustard.\u201d<\/p>\n A Face Upon the Sun<\/em> also showcases Thorp\u2019s exploration of more serious themes. Her great joys and apprehensions for the world come through in the short poem \u201cFor the Moment Anyway,\u201d which she published in Cargoes<\/em> in 1958. She writes:<\/p>\n For the moment, anyway Thorp left Hollins in 1958, citing \u201cgrowing pains\u201d in her exit survey, and worked for a year as a hospital secretary in Philadelphia. She then resumed school at the University of Pennsylvania, from which she graduated with honors in 1961. She worked as a public relations writer for radio station WCAU until her death in 1962, at the age of 24. She was killed in an automobile accident just weeks before she planned to return to Hollins for a visit.<\/p>\n Entries for the high school Nancy Thorp Poetry Contest have been flooding in ever since the Thorp family created the contest in 1963. Judges select the best poem, six finalists, and roughly 50 runners-up, choosing from work submitted by students from hundreds of high schools. Female juniors and seniors may submit up to two works of poetry and must have a faculty sponsor from their high school. The winning poet receives $250 and an all-expenses-paid trip to read at the Lex Allen Literary Festival in the spring, as well as publication in Cargoes<\/em>. Finalists receive $50 and publication in Cargoes<\/em>.<\/p>\n The Nancy Thorp Poetry Contest has changed over the years. Although it was originally established as a prize exclusively for women, the contest was opened to men in response to Title IX and did not revert to its original regulations until 1993. At times, the contest has been open to freshmen and sophomores, sophomores and juniors, or juniors and seniors, as it is now. The introduction to Thorp\u2019s book describes the prize being awarded to a female high school student \u201ceast of the Mississippi River,\u201d but today the contest receives entries from all over the United States, as well as from several other countries.<\/p>\n In order to keep the contest in student hands, poems are traditionally judged by English majors and graduate writing students. In a 1993 letter to participating high schools, R.H.W. Dillard, then the chair of the English department, wrote, \u201cWe\u2019re very proud that the contest will be judged, as it has always been, in open debate and discussion among the students\u2026 not by a panel of professors or an outside judge.\u201d<\/p>\n One goal of the contest is to make young women aware of what Hollins has to offer. Some contest winners have gone on to be Hollins students, and even Hollins faculty. Cathryn Hankla \u201980, M.A. \u201982<\/strong> was a second-place contest winner in 1976. She is now a Hollins professor of English and the author of several books. Julia Johnson \u201993<\/strong> was a second-place winner in 1989 and is now an associate professor of English at the University of Kentucky. Donna Shoemaker \u201970<\/strong>, a second-place winner in 1965, served as a contributing editor for the Johns Hopkins alumni magazine and was for more than 22 years the editor of the Alumni Magazine Consortium. And Karen Osborn \u201979<\/strong>, this spring\u2019s Louis D. Rubin, Jr. Writer-in-Residence, won the campus prize while she was a student.<\/p>\n [twocol_one]<\/p>\n When one is away from the university, it is easy to fear the world will let literature, and poetry in particular, fall by the wayside. But one Wednesday in February, up to my elbows in the first round of the 1,100+ Nancy Thorp Poetry Contest entries received in January, I banished that fear forever.<\/p>\n As an M.F.A.candidate at Hollins, I was given the opportunity to help judge last fall\u2019s contest, the 50th since it began. After a quick breakfast I passed several hours in pleasant company, reading and rereading entries from a bulging box faculty supervisor Elizabeth Poliner had heaved onto the table early that morning. The entries were touching, honest, skillful commentaries from high school students who, like contestants before them, most likely believed that writing is a way of thinking, a way of connecting, the key to understanding life.<\/p>\n Through the warm blush of sugar and caffeine, I began to feel a sense of d\u00e9j\u00e0 vu. I knew these poems. I knew these girls. They were speaking to me in the voices of my sisters, my young cousins, my childhood friends. They, just as Thorp wrote in \u201cDies Irae,\u201d felt \u201ccompelled to speak.\u201d And what could be more important to the nascent mind than the act of self-expression?<\/p>\n Poetry matters to them, and so it continues to matter to us.[\/twocol_one] The bones are swimming to the surface I say this instead of the word until I saw your back, your shoulder blades nosing Victoria White<\/strong> Originally published in the 2013 <\/em>Cargoes; reprinted with permission from the author and editors. Hollins\u2019 first literary magazine, <\/em>Cargoes strengthens the campus literary community by providing students the opportunity to publish their work and extends its reach through hosting an annual national undergraduate competition in both fiction and poetry.<\/em>[\/twocol_one_last]<\/p>\n [divider]<\/p>\n Eve Strillacci is an M.F.A. candidate in creative writing with a specialization in poetry. 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[dropcap]I[\/dropcap]n the opening poem of her book, A Face Upon the Sun<\/em>, a collection of poems and notes compiled by her parents upon her death, Nancy Thorp wrote, \u201cThe only fear I have left is that\/you will not understand me.\u201d Hollins students and alumnae may know the name of Nancy Thorp, but probably not her story. What follows is a look at a woman who died too soon, but whose love of poetry has inspired other young writers for 50 years.<\/p>\n
\nSound was splintered air, which fell
\nUnbeckoned, on dry olive leaves, and
\nSteeped itself in stars, silent and swinging.
\nThe unaltered Word, whirling somewhere
\nIn the imperturbable orbit of circumstance,
\nWaited, and did not wait,
\nTo be mangled, hallowed, and desired.<\/p>\nNancy Thorp’s Lasting Legacy<\/h3>\n
Compelled to Speak<\/h3>\n
\n[twocol_one_last]2013 Nancy Thorp Poetry Contest Winner<\/strong><\/p>\nOncology<\/h3>\n
\nof your skin like fish.<\/p>\n
\nthat hooks in my throat and would mean we can
\nno longer ignore this. I was not scared<\/p>\n
\nthe skin, rising for air.<\/p>\n
\nMilton Academy
\nMilton, Massachusetts<\/p>\n