Poetry based on the Tarot Iconography

I wondered if somebody knew some poem based properly on the meanings of the Arcanums of Tarot. I only know a very ancient one, but I love it. I wanted to use it like signature but is very long and I found to cut it unforgivable.
Excuse the translation (from italian)
Says so:

Téofilo Folengo, sonnet of the "Chaos of the Triperuno"

LOVE under your EMPIRE all adventure
ends with the TIME the FORTUNE,
the DEATH with her CARRIOT horrendous and dark
THE WORLD of the men crosses..

The POPE'S JUSTICE is not promise
and you know that there is not PAPISA none
Tell me: who made THE MOON with THE SUN?
why surrender my FORCE by surprise?

To the FOOL HERMIT appears
the LOVE like an ANGEL or a DEMON
in the TOWER and under the STAR

EMPRESS of a dream that dawns
HANGS your heart that the marriage
is a MAGICIAN that charms the MAIDEN.

Hello ArcanoMáximo,

I wrote a poem celebrating the Major Arcana as a hymn
to the sacred nature of life and love and understanding.

Aeclectic Tarot Forum - Poem on the 22 Hebrew letters
http://www.tarotforum.net/showthread.php?t=32012

My study has been of the original Phoenician alphabet,
free of any mystical or occult systems or interpretations.
Just the letters each and together as they've always been.

~Fulgour

I love that one, Máximo!

Cerulean posted the following one in another thread, months ago - I'd not forgotten it - I repost it here. It's by the poet Yeats, who was a Golden Dawn member. In brackets Cerulean has put the tarot correspondences:

The Cap and Bells

The jester walked in the garden: (Fool)
The garden had fallen still;
He bade his soul rise upward
and stand at her window sill (Magician invoking spirit)

It rose in a straight blue garment (Papessa - spiritual)
When owls began to call: (Emperor - rules, demand)
It had grown wise-tongued by thinking (Pope - wisdom)
of a quiet and light footfall;

But the young queen would not listen
She rose in her pale night-gown (Empress-fertility)
She drew in the heavy casement
And pulled the latches down (Justice/Strength - weight/force)

He had his heart to go to her (Chariot - movement)
When the owls called no more; (Hermit - isolation)
In a red and quivering garment
It sang to her through the door. (Lovers - longing/completion)

It had grown sweet-tongued by dreaming (Angel/Temperance)
Of a flutter of flower-like hair;
But she took up her fan from the table
And waved it off to air (Wheel of Fortune - change)

'I have cap and bells,' he pondered (Devil - material goods)
"I will send them to her and die (Death - transformation)
And when the morning whitened
He left them where she went by (Hanged Man-sacrifice)

She laid them upon her bosom
Under a cloud of her hair
And her red lips sang them a love-song
Till stars grew out of air (Star - Hope)

She opened her door and her window
And the heart and soul came through,
To her right hand came the red one (Sun-Glory/Day)
To her left hand came the blue. (Moon-Imagination/Night)

They set up a noise like crickets
A chattering wise and sweet (Judgment Day--Resurrection)
And her hair was a folded flower
And the quiet of love in her feet (World-Culmination/Fulfillment)

I't a beautiful poem. Put out your RWS Majors and read it alongside...

Here is one that I wrote. I have it posted in the Chat forum, but if I link to it from here than non-subscribers can't see it.....so I will post it again here.

Tarotic Prose

Although the world may call you Fool
For having thought outside their rule.
The Magician you may become
When your ideas prove not so dumb.
With guidance from the High Priestess
A spark of light turns genesis.
The Empress takes up the notion
And through gestation, gives it motion.
And if the Emperor approves
The light turns green, forward you move.
The wisdom of the Hierophant
Will prove the moral benefit.
Like the Lovers; all choices made
Determine the quality grade.
The Chariot displays the part
Control plays right from the start.
Strength is more than mere attitude
It’s intestinal fortitude.
Self knowledge of the Hermit brings
Confidence in the way of things.
But the Wheel of Fortune will turn
All things through luck and time must churn.
The scales of Justice must be faced
To prove the worth and value placed.
And take witness of The Hanged Man;
A personal investment plan.
Death comes to all things, it is true
Not to destroy but to renew.
The strengthening Temperance
Will help when it’s put to the test.
The Devil has an advocate
That seeks for cracks on every bit.
As pieces of the Tower fall
What’s left standing is best of all.
The Star that shines from far away
Brings hope it sees the light of day.
The Moon that through the night does guide
Through snares shadows and dark will hide.
To glimpse the Sun and feel the rays
Brings true, promise of better days.
The final Judgment is success
Failure will not a judge impress.
World writes the history text
What’s done is done so what is next?

Congratulations!

God, what really wonderfuls, i never guess would be so many!!!

There is "Yo, el Tarot" by Alejandro Jodorowsky, a book of poems where he devotes a poem to each of the major arcana.

Sometimes, I like to take some cards to get inspiration in writing. I have a few poems that got their origin from some deck. But most of them are more related to being influenced by the pictures of the decks.

I fund this article in google, is in spanish but may be you can translate from the google function. Thanks TrueStar!It's amazing!
http://www.el-mundo.es/elmundolibro/2004/12/10/no_ficcion/1102702670.html

Annik
surely everybody would read your poems with pleasure. Why don't you show us someone?

The Tarot of Cornelius Agrippa by Frederick Morgan

is based on the majors of the Mitelli Tarocchi (a nonstandard Bologna Tarot).

Abebooks.com has the book for about twenty dollars. Brown and white engravings of the original majors for the nonstandard deck are included.

The poetry are like small essay fables of the majors and capture the spirit of the meaning of that major, at least to me.

Regards,

Cerulean