Oklahoma, Maybe.
In Texas:
We don’t use French in poetry --
It’s all affect, no matter the
alliteration,
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.
Michael S Brady 2010
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