Hmm. I was just thinking, well, you’re right that he was a dream of a writer. Wonderful. But in what sense is this a poem, except that you’ve chopped it into felicitously short lines? And then I realised I was reading on and on, my eye drawn relentlessly down the page, realised how powerfully he translates into words the sensation of movement, the seduction of the voyage. Yes, you’re right, it is an epic poem.