I never write blank verse for the reason you, Michael, give. Frankly, I think Frost's blank verse is a bit blanker than I might wish. Wallace Stevens is much better in my opinion, and he does it by a gorgeous INFLATION of the language in quite the Jacobean manner.
John Betjeman, on the other hand, succeeds by making a kind of joke of the form. As in:
Evening brought back the gummy smell of toys
And fishy stink of glue and Stickphast paste,
and sleep inside the laundriness of sheets.
Perhaps, though, Betjeman doesn't travel well.
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