Choose your poet here. Or rather, do not choose. But remember what happened to you when you came to your poem, any poem whose truth overcame all inertia in you at that moment, so that your slow mortality took its proper place, and before it the light of a new awareness was not something new, but something you recognized.

That is the multiple time-sense in poetry, that is the ever new, which is recognized as something already in ourselves, but not discovered.