^^^ You have good taste. Mark Strand and Charles Bukowski are two of my favorite non-rhyming poets, as well. My favorite Bukowski poem: Alone with Everybody
W.S. Merwin is my favorite poet, and I’m having a hard time picking one poem to share. Here, have In the Winter of My Thirty-Eighth Year, as it is the Summer of My Thirty-Fourth Year and I’m beginning to relate to it more and more.
Another of my favorites, Charles Wright’s Clear Night
Those last two lines get me every time.