Corrington tells me he thinks Corso and Ferlinghetti have it. I am not really as well read as I should be. But I think the modern poet must have the stream of modern life in him, and we can no longer write like Frost or Pound or Cummings or Auden, they seem a little off track as if they have fallen out of step. For my money, Frost was always out of step and has gotten away with too much malarkey.
