An interesting exercise.
I browsed through a lot of anthologies that I have barely cracked open, and I culled line after line, but some of them just wouldn't fit. (Whether because of pronouns or subject matter.) So even though they felt like amazing discoveries, I had to discard them.
And there's a bit with wrong grammar, I think, that makes me wince, but I left it in anyway. And I had to change the punctuation of the lines so it flows together.
I read in an interview one poet wanting to say that she had arranged the poem, like a composer arranges music, and this feels a bit like that.