Between the dully expository and the cringingly clever, there is a vast heartland of brilliant poetry that is at once lucid and elusive. — Poetry, at its best, exists in a vast landscape between two extremes. At one end is a banal literalism that is hopelessly expository, where magic is nullified and dimensionality flattened. At the other extreme resides all that is clever for clever’s sake, where a desperate narcissism steams in cringingly self-aware…