Some time ago, I mentioned that when I suddenly get a fragment of a pop song stuck in my head, but am unable to identify the source, it almost always turns out to a song by Supertramp!
Don't know why. That's just how my brain 'works.'
I have recently come to realize, similarly, that if a shard of poetry asserts itself in my memory and I am otherwise unable to identify its' source -- not Shakespeare, not Yeats, not Swinburne, not Eliot, etc. etc. -- it is almost invariably Tennyson.
A poet I don't read much.
And apparently I don't need to.
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