I do not want to go on being a root in the dark,
hesitating, stretched out, shivering with dreams,
downwards, in the wet tripe of the earth,
soaking it up and thinking, eating every day.
~Pablo Neruda, Walking Around (excerpt)

I think Neruda is my favorite. Oh to have Neruda's imagery, his vision, his expression! ...and for that matter to have Donne's conceits, Eliot's genius, Frost's perception, Hughes' rhythm, and Wordsworth's rhyme!
I long for a much more eloquent self.