[ConorMacNessa]

Ezra Pound, demented Fascist that he was, was a master of macaronic verse. Macaronic verse was also employed to effect by T.S. Eliot in The Waste Land", among other works:

"I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon - O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine a la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih
shantih shantih."

No contemporary poet, IMHO, can hold a candle to either one of them.



Nos genuflectitur ad non princeps sed Princeps Pacem!

Listen, O isles, unto me; and hearken, ye people, from far; The LORD hath called me from the womb; from the bowels of my mother hath he made mention of my name. (Isaiah 49:1 KJV)

[NicknamedBob]

"No contemporary poet, IMHO, can hold a candle to either one of them."

So that's a good example of a bad example?

Mightn't holding a candle to them cause them to ignite?

[secret garden]

A+ for you!