Spanish and Italian poems are quite bad,
Only three types read poetry: useless weirdos, gays, and those who want to get laid.
to help him gain that mystical insight into uncertainly.
There is nothing mystical about life. You are born and you die. In between, all things that matter are simple and are covered with short sentences. I can give you some examples if you wish.
You don't write a three-paragraph essay to ask her to be your wife. Unless you are Mickiewicz. Then, you need a page and a half full of idiotic Polish riddles and double-meaning disclaimers, all sprinkled with references to Greek myths.
Poles need therapy. Badly. The problem is that nobody has come up with it yet.
For that "mystical insight into uncertainly", Poles buy vodka. Plenty of vodka.