One of the poems I read and held close to myself as a teenager was Stanley Kunitz' _The Flight of Apollo_. He passed away on Monday at the ripe old age of 100.
I offer up a link to an interview he did a few years ago (which contains the aforementioned poem), as well as one of my favorite excerpts from the poem itself.
I know what I know: I
shall never escape from strangeness or complete my journey.