Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE PEACOCK, by SCOTTIE MCKENZIE FRASIER


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First Line: In the cold blue haze of a january day
Last Line: In the cold blue haze of a january day?
Subject(s): Birds; Peacocks


In the cold blue haze of a January day
A peacock parades beneath my window --
A symphony of color.
No rare orchid can boast such wealth of hues
Yet, this vivid bird honored by the Gods
Has no note of music;
Nor does he render the world
A single deed of service --
For what was he fashioned?

Once a girl came beneath my window
Her golden curls and sky blue eyes
Laughed up at me.
The color of the rose was in her cheek --
Love was in my heart,
I stifled it --
For what was she fashioned?
She gave nothing to the world --
She possessed no talents!
She went away.
Since then my life has been grey
Like the cold blue haze of a January day.

The peacock has gone --
Only dead weeds are beneath my window.
O peacock, did the Gods fashion you for a decoration
To let beauty walk in the midst of ugly dying weeds;
In the cold blue haze of a January day?





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