Geoffrey Hill again

Why do I feel Geoffrey Hill's poems as an intrusion? He seems to make a scholarly annexation of reality and history and to say 'You cannot be trusted to apprehend it unadulterated and direct without my mediation and my guidance.' I can only enjoy his poetry, it seems to me, on condition that I accept an unmannerly interposition of himself between me and reality. I can't help objecting to this at a very intuitive level.