Wicked! Thanks to all of you for responding. I hope you continue to, and that others do as well, and that this becomes a pleasant ongoing thread for a while.
@Deus Ex: I haven't read Plath's "Mirror," and I will make it a priority this week to find it.
@Scott_Tarlow: Wah-heigh! All right!-another person who prefers writing in poetic forms! I haven't read A.E. Housman in some years, but maybe you could suggest a few titles for me to find? I like Dylan Thomas (have you read his 'magical mysterious' story, "Story," about going on a Welsh Pub Crawl with his Uncle?), and I like WCW a *very great deal*, though I like him more when he was younger and hadn't become so invested in imagism and everything that "bes" but doesn't necessarily "means." I haven't read Deborah Digges, and I should just go ahead and start making a list.
--As for why I didn't say anything about my stuff, I was nervish and frishky last night, and very pleased to have just gotten a mailed copy of
Measure poetry journal with two of my sonnetty things in it. And I'm personally stoked about that, but I didn't just want to toot my own kazoo; I really did want to find out what people were reading and doing.
@Erik: Wallace Steven's earlier poems knock me out, but I tread through the gardens of his later gnomics carefully. Once I go into the snow bank and start to ponder the "Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is." I start screaming for the ski patrol to dig me out. I used to take-the-piss with "The Poem That Took The Place Of A Mountain" in readings, sonorously expostulating its verities with my best Marlboro-man voice, and then I would do that fun pastiche of GW Bush utterances, "Make the Pie Grow Higher." And Ebeneezer Cooke--he's in my period, and I feel sheepish that I didn't really know who the hell he was. I'm gonna fix that.
@radiohlite: I have a warm fuzzy for Lorca like I do for Rilke, but I haven't really read much of either of their poems. Lenny Cohen's Lorca adaptation, "Take This Walz" is wonderful and a wonderful recommendation of Lorca's poetry, so maybe I just need to find a few to dip my toes in. I still have a deep, profound affection for ee cummings because he was such an American original, and he can really belt out a love poem, even if it's one to his favorite little adolescent hooker in Montmarte.
Recently, I saw that former laureate Robert Pinsky, who seems to be getting smarder all the time, did-up a wonderful intro to Christopher Smart, the ecstatic celebrant of his holy and righteous cat Jeoffrey. If you've never looked at this portion of
Jubilate Agno, you
oughter. In addition, _Slate_'s new weekly poem is
"Goose Flesh" by the English poet Tim Liardet. I enjoyed getting tangled up in it--it's a good work--and then reflected that I'd heard of Liardet, and then discovered that he'd done me a kindness once, though he doesn't know me from Adam's shiftless Uncle Larry. I recommend.