Does anyone know any good chess poetry?

I'd like to hear it if you do.

This is a sonnet composed by Tommaso Cambray-Digny about a famous mate.......could you guess which mate is it?

Scacchisti, udite! Un'immortal tenzone
in brevi tratti il verso mio dipinge:
inoltra il Re dei Bianchi il suo Pedone,
quel del Re nero contro a lui si stringe.

L'assalta un Cavalier, ma gli si oppone
quel della Donna e i colpi suoi respinge.
Alla quarta d'Alfier l'Alfier si pone,
La Donna il suo Pedon d'un passo spinge.

L'altro Cavallo accorre: al primo è sopra
l'Alfiere e il preme. Egli il Pedone uccide,
benché al nemico acciar la Donna scopra.

Ed essa muor, ma non indarno. In fallo
cadde il duce dei Neri: ei non previde
scacco d'Alfiere e matto di Cavallo.

I try to translate for you

Chessist, listen! An immortal battle
in short verses my poetry draws:
Push White King his pawn,
That of Blacks opposes him.

A Knight assault him, but
the Queen's Horse annuls the threat.
On the fourth square the Bishop goes,
The Queen moves her pawn of one step.

The other Knight comes: On the first
The Black Bishop is moved and he blocks that.
That Knight kills the pawn, uncovering the Queen.

And She dies, but not without reason. Black makes a mistake
and he falls: He did not excpect
Bishop Check and Knight checkmate.

That is a lovely poem Andrea.

do you understand which mate it explain???

The mad Blackburn?

Légal's mate, but with a different move order and in fact, is wrong. 1. P-K4 P-K4 2. N-KB3 N-QB3 3. B-B4 P-Q3 4. N-B3 B-N5 5. NxP? BxQ?? 6. BxPch K-K2 7. N-Q5 mate.
(1. e4 e5 2. Nf3 Nc6 3. Bc4 d6 4. Nc3 Bg4 5. Nxe5? Bxd1?? 6. Bxf7+ Ke7 7. Nd5#)

The problem with the poem is that 5. Nxe5? Nxe5! and black is up a piece. Oh well, chess isn't quite art after all.

How about the musical Chess ?

I used to play chess with the dearest old chap,
Whom naught could upset whatever might hap.
He’d oft lose a game he might well have won
But made no excuse for what he had done.
If a piece he o’erlooked and got it snapped up
He took it quite calmly and ne’er ‘cut up rough’.

Miss Menchik is of master rank,
It seems Maróczy she’s to thank;
Still, there is little doubt of it
She owes a deal to native wit.
Much knowledge she has garnered in,
E’en ’gainst the giants she’ll oft win
– No doubt sometimes to their chagrin –
Chess champion of the gentler sex
Here’s luck to her! Should she annex
In her next venture some big prize
Keen critics will feel no surprise.