This summer I noticed on the George Washington University campus a statue of Pushkin, a gift, it turns out, of the city of Moscow:
This arrived about 10 years ago. I had long known the statue of Taras Schevchenko about half a mile away:
From what little I have heard of him, Schevchenko was not that good a poet. Yet his standing as a 19th-Century Ukrainian nationalist may have helped secure such a fine site in the early 1950; the monument speaks of the old Tsarist empire as the prison house of nationalities.
And of of course, in Meridian Hill Park, there is Dante:
There is said to be a statue of Pablo Neruda at the Organization of American States, but I think that this must refer to one of the many busts around the building.