I’ve heard about historicizing and thematicizing.
From the best.
So they say. 
Let’s be honest, poet to poet,
What is left to poemize?
Fear, hope, love, scorn, sorrow?
Your brilliance; her wit; my despair?
Where is joy? Or the next Eliot?
Weighty questions; but who would care?
Or are we more inclined to lyricize and adorn: rhythms, rhymes, ornate stanzas?
Literary symphonies of noiseless sounds.
Let’s bring German idealism to our dance,
Where shy metaphor mingles with a primal archetype.
A perfect couple. The critics and computers agree.
Let’s sprinkle cute couplets with anaphora. 
Here and there. A bit more there.
A delicate spice for poetic cuisine.
Critics and poets agree:
Let’s follow social science into abstruser fare,
That holds promise, shall we dare?