Lawrence Ferlinghetti is another of the modern contemporary poets that you really never hear about, although you probably should. He made his debut around the same time as Bukowski, but never caught the same flame of fame as other poets of his time (although his work is every bit as worthy).
I had many english and lit classes during college (especially undergrad) and never did hear of this poet until a fellow artist friend of mine mailed me a copy of his book...for which is now dog-eared and rests among favorites like Anne Sexton's 'Transformations' and 'The Collected Works of Sylvia Plath.'
Anyway, he does remarkably well in capturing and memorializing the little moments in life. He seems to find meaning in events that others may overlook so easily. Like this poem. My childhood is filled with memories of toy stores and candy isles, but I've never once immortalized the importance of such moments in my poetry.
From A Coney Island of the Mind
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
The pennycandystore beyond the El
is where I first
fell in love
Jellybeans glowed in the semi-gloom
of that September afternoon
A cat upon the counter moved among
the licorice sticks
and tootsie rolls
and Oh Boy Gum.
Outside the leaves were falling as they died
A wind had blown away the sun
A girl ran in
Her hair was rainy
Her breasts were breathless in the little room
Outside the leaves were falling
and they cried
Too soon! Too soon!