Living
The Peacock
From Responsibilities (1914)
Living
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.
Cite this poem
MLA
Yeats, W. B. “The Peacock.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/yeats/116/.
Chicago
Yeats, W. B. “The Peacock.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/yeats/116/.
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