Joys of poetic acquaintances

I came across Those Winter Sundays in The 100 best African American Poems and recognised having read it before. There was a sudden surge of interest in eating and staying awake.
I try to get my hands on whatever poetry lies on the racks in the town library. I leaf through words and most times miss their connection in the poem, looking for that poem which spikes my interest in its wholeness, some relay themselves much later.