I found this great interview with our soon-to-be-ex poet laureate Kay Ryan.
Her book The Niagara River has phenomenal poetry. They are short and as tight as a drum. She gets compared a lot to Emily Dickinson, and if you read her poetry, you'll see why very quickly, even though Ryan is a little more whimsical than Dickinson, and not so obsessed with death.
I'm really sorry that she'll no longer be the poet laureate, though I'm excited to see who gets picked next. (My vote? Carolyn Forche, though I would be happy if they went with Robert Bly or Pamela August Russell.)