Once more from the crapulous geegaw, but this time it's a bit easier somehow, working out one's ten favourite poems. Although what I treasure most are not whole poems but lines or phrases, like gong-tormented sea or and the big planets hanging or as the team's head-brass flashed out on the turn or bee-loud glade; or a bird came down the walk, or pluck the strings of our insipid lutes.
Anyway, in no order at all:

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