W. H. Auden
I love Auden's poems. I didn't know it the day I met him at Boston College, shook his hand, and then, with the permission of Fr. Francis Sweeney, went upstairs to get him some whiskey from the liquor cabinet in the father's aura. He also said when Francis couldn't hear him: "I hate sherry."
If you don't trust me on Auden, read Adam Gopnik.
The Double Man
Why Auden is an indispensable poet of our time.