" They look pastoral to me "

A turtle dove!

Added (who asked him?)
the admiring
critic, to the eleusinian
museums:
" A paradox!
The modern artist
with his modern
nerves which turn
his slightest
apprehension
into man's predicament
and next
his agony
(a paradox for each)
seizes this
in the beak
of the prophetic temper
and flies with it
as if it were
his genius
his destiny
his laurel branch
between his teeth. "

We stand speechless
before
the hierophant
and bend the knee
in reverence.
" We are thy possession,
Empyreal Lingo
Thou art our portion