Late, I know.
For the longest time I’ve been collecting poems that kind of match.
Crosspoems, I call them.
Like here; you get a bit of Anna Akhmatova and Hilda Doolittle.
I have no idea how horrible it is to mix and match or make it public like this, but I wanted to share this secret of mine.
Here is is. “You will storm poppies” ← also a croostitle.