The first thing we have to do is get rid of the pentameter. To ditch the pentameter.
Any serious attempt to try to do something worthwhile is ritualistic.
The voice does go up in a poem. It is an address, even if it is to oneself.
The classics can console. But not enough.
Visual surprise is natural in the Caribbean; it comes with the landscape, and faced with its beauty, the sigh of History dissolves.
The poem is itself a mirror.