For some reason, I found myself doing some of these.
A couple of winters ago, poem called Catullus 70.
The first three lines are--
and the first three lines I do what
I said one shouldn't do when he's writing poetry referred
to another poem.
Don't do that.
It's done here.
It has a little translation of a few lines.
Well, Catullus so you knew raged what these women could
to their lovers right in air.
Find a sea and right there.
Once I had a girl burned in my ear
where she learned maybe in a book
or heard on the loose street slurred.
Tried to write it one stroke saw the sheet cringe and smoke.
Wrote it on the air, instead singing birds fell down dead.
Wrote it on the running wave saw the sea fish's grave.
Am I better Roman I breathing to the diseased sky, drinking
and what see I drink from the love corrupted sink.
Roman know a better way what the pretty lips say.
If you dangle in that mesh, take a knife and score a flesh.
Leave a scar fingers find when the long nights grind
righted where if you forget grief and shame will prick yet.