For poetry, read poverty, passim.
Martin Parker
This poetry-stricken essay on onomastication finds in Tristia 1.10 a polynymous atoll in Tristia 1's ocean of anonymy, allonymy, anomie, anatomi.
Sail away sail away sail away.
Enya
All aboard! The first book of the Tristia is an emotion-ocean autoportrait, where elegiac couplets and compositions mime troughs of helpless misery and swells of resentment at reality:
There are times when we seem to hear them ‘like Ocean on a western beach’. Every successive billow gathers in the first four feet of the hexameter, curls over in the dactylic fifth and breaks on the final spondee, to ebb again with the backwash of the pentameter.