WHAT'S riches to him That has made a great peacock With the pride of his eye? The wind-beaten, stone-grey, And desolate Three Rock Would nourish his whim. Live he or die Amid wet rocks and heather, His ghost will be gay Adding feather to feather For the pride of his eye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |