The first part of my title comes from, and refers to, W. H. Auden, who once said, “When I find myself in the company of scientists, I feel like a shabby curate who has strayed by mistake into a drawing room full of dukes.” The “Imagiste,” spelled in the French manner that Ezra Pound was so fond of, is, I hope to demonstrate, Donald Justice, a poet who wrote in, and cherished, traditional forms but who had been deeply influenced by Modernism.