and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

[ajoyfulgirl]

It has recently come to my attention that I am under-read when it comes to poetry. I studied Robert Frost's My November Guest for an audition last week and then followed it with a tentative foray into Emily Dickinson, rediscovery of Octavio Paz, and oh my stars ee cummings. And it's a wonderful sort of fulfilling, really. But I haven't the slightest idea where to go from here, or which are the strongest works.

Any guidance and/or recommended reading beyond the usual suspects would be greatly appreciated.

*b.