Today, I'm daydreaming about poetry I wish I'd written seeing as I'm having a little difficulty writing it lately. Wherever I am/I am what is missing. I keep hearing this in my head and know Mark Strand's "Keeping Things Whole" goes first on this list.
...The secret life
begins early, is kept alive
by all that's unpopular
Stephen Dunn's "A Secret Life" was given to me as a little cutout for my pocket by Jack Myers. This one is a close second to Strand's.
If I took the time to sit and work on a list, I doubt I'd ever leave the chair. While you're thinking of the poetry you wish you'd written, I'll leave you with words from another I wish I'd written, "The Words Under the Words" by Naomi Shihab Nye:
Answer, if you hear the words under the words
otherwise it is just a world with a lot of rough edges,
difficult to get through, and our pockets full of stones.