Those Images

What if I bade you leave

The cavern of the mind?

There's better exercise

In the sunlight and wind.



I never bade you go

To Moscow or to Rome.

Renounce that drudgery,

Call the Muses home.



Seek those images

That constitute the wild,

The lion and the virgin,

The harlot and the child.



Find in middle air

An eagle on the wing,

Recognise the five

That make the Muses sing.