My current read is Chika Sagawa's collected, but it's going to be a while before I review that. I guess sometimes I am the mood for modernism and sometimes I am not, and then it helps to take a deep draught of whatever the opposite end of the spectrum is. This morning, I read a lovely poem by Marilyn Hacker on the internet, an elegy to fellow poet Marie Ponsot, which I thought I'd share here. There are these times I go through phases where I seem to lose sight of the purpose of poetry, craft, modes, forms, etc., but then poems like this return me to what is vital.
https://www.aprweb.org/poems/elegy