We don’t use French in poetry --
It’s all affect no matter the alliteration
And the vowels add only unearned arrogance.
Some German works:
Our thoughts sound best
In the language they were born.
Italian is just a kind of lust
With all the strangeness of rhythmic sonnets...
Their love is just a hole to step out of.
Latin words mean nothing.
Iambic my ass, we’re not Rome --
We plan to still be standing for the fall.
Mike Brady 2010