A couple of years ago, I found Linda Pastan's poem, "To a Daughter Leaving Home." I loved it, and have kind of kept an eye out for her work. Here is one I stumbled across this week.
" A New Poet"
Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don't see
its name in the flower books, and
nobody you tell believes
in its odd color or the way
its leave grow in splayed rows
down the whole length of the page…
Read the rest of the poem here.
Go here and read Marks.
And here are a couple of Pastan quotes (I think they are really excerpts) I found on the same website.