The first thing we have to do is get rid of the pentameter. To ditch the pentameter.
The poem is itself a mirror.
The future happens. No matter how much we scream.
Art is History's nostalgia, it prefers a thatched roof to a concrete factory, and the huge church above a bleached village.
All of Victorian verse is pentameter.
Break a vase, and the love that reassembles the fragments is stronger than that love which took its symmetry for granted when it was whole.