Given that it's national poetry day it would be remiss of me not to fling some poetry your way and, lucky for you the book of poetry that was closest to hand is, in my entirely unbiased opinion, the greatest collection of poems ever written. And just so you get your money's worth (not that you're paying, but if you were...) I'm going to quote one from that collection that references multiple poets. Ah, such geeky wonderful delights:
'When Aprille with his shoures sooteOf course it's Ted Hughes talking of Sylvia Plath talking of Geofrey Chaucer. And it's just - well, perfect.
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote...'
At the top of your voice, where you swayed on the top of a stile,
Your arms raised - somewhat for balance, somewhat
To hold the reins of the straining audience - you declaimed Chaucer
To a field of cows.'Chaucer', Birthday Letters, Ted Hughes