Éminences Grises
The lines go on and on, so distant that
They seem much farther from their readership
Than Beacon Hill is from Medicine Hat.
Such writing comes about through leadership
Of theoretic minds as cool as crabs
In Arctic zones. A Wallace Stevens, or
An Ezra Pound, or Eliot verse grabs
As limply as some seaweed washed ashore.
Exalted they may be, and yet, who cares?
Cerebral as a Deconstruction mind
Like Derrida’s, their lines are more like stares
Of mesmerizers waving to the blind.
..It seems that they’ve forgotten how to say
….Things normally, talking with tongues turned gray.