History and poetry are, in some respects, complete opposites.
History is always old, poetry is always young. History begins with facts, slowly follows clues, moves from stepping stone to stepping stone checking truths before weaving the knowledge it has gleaned into a tapestry alive with colour. Poetry arrives like a bolt out of the blue, inspirational, exposing truth in an instant.
A mix of history and poetry can be incredibly light but incisive, durable, and tough.