We're all allowed few blind spots. Aside from Brodsky and
Milosz, I have never been interested in Montale, though I don't
have an active dislike for the latter. Yet I would feel
embarrassed for someone who didn't appreciate Cavafy or Pessoa.
I think Olson is overrated, but I would feel embarrassed for
someone who didn't *get* Creeley. Secretly, we all think our
blind spots are not really blind spots, but actually correspond
to some deficiencies in the original. In unguarded moments we
confess our lack of interest in Pynchon. We reduce Rodin to
Romantic bathos.  On the other hand, I'm sure that Auden is
wrong when he says that Cavafy doesn't lose much in the
translation. I'm convinced that what is lost in the translation
of Cavafy is immeasurable, despite that fact that translations
of his work still make for convincing reading. Maybe a pure
superstition on my part.