"... much of our poetry for the last hundred years has been a rejection of the idea that certain words are more poetic than others." (Charles Simic, "When Night Forgets to Fall," a review of The Curved Planks, by Yves Bonnefoy, trans. Hoyt Rogers, FSG, in NYRB, March 1, 2007).
By "our" poetry, Simic means English and American poetry, as opposed to French poetry (e. g., Bonnefoy).
For one of Rogers's translations of Bonnefoy, see here.