OK, so it gets better from around page 30. Maybe I need to re-read the first 30 pages now that I 'get' him a little more. Having not read Buchan I missed most of the allusions in that particular piece, however I think one poem from within it stands alone quite beautifully anyway:
Chapter 10 - Aura
So small a thing that little room of sleep, yet it was sealed to him. He walked the empty street. Hot breath of baking. Garbage in the gutters. A bicycle. The derelict torches of the stars.
Apparently I'm in the minority here, but I really, really liked this, especially his translations of Horace. Short Fuse and Rescued are remarkably good. I'd like to see him try Catullus. I'll admit that sometimes he gets a little too clever, and sure, he relies heavily on allusions, but those are not in and of themselves bad things. When they work, they really work, and I think many of these poems work very well indeed.