Emily Dickinson:
A wild Blue sky/abreast of Winds/ That threatened it—/did run/And crouched [sat+]/ behind his Yellow/Door/Was the defiant/sun—/Some conflict with/those upper friends/ So genial in the/main/[this] That we deplore/peculiarly/this Their arrogant/Campaign—
James Schuyler:
David Ignatow:
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Gay Beste:
Jerzy Fikowski (tr. from Polish by Stanisław Barańczak and Clare Cavanagh):
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...Schuyler is pretty high on my list of "poets who knock me out whenever I read them, but I STILL don't read'em enough", and I do think I mean that "whenever" in its denotative--that is, unqualified-- sense. Like, maybe every time...thanks...