ABSTRACT DIGITAL ARTWORK. This is the first poem I ever truly fell in love with. It was in my high school English book. Adolescence was a bad time for me; I guess it resonated in some way. I didn't understand it, but I love it---and I still do.
[quoted from Poem Hunter.com (Wallace Stevens)]
DOMINATION OF BLACK.
At night, by the fire,
The colors of the bushes
And of the fallen leaves,
Repeating themselves,
Turned in the room,
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
Yes: but the color of the heavy hemlocks
Came striding.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.
The colors of their tails
Were like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
In the twilight wind....
I heard them cry -- the peacocks....
Was it a cry against the twilight...
Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?...
I saw how the night came,
Came striding like the color of the heavy hemlocks
I felt afraid.
And I remembered the cry of the peacocks.
Wallace Stevens.
The first image is a stylized peacock's tail in which each "eye" resembles a ringed planet.
In the second image, you will see the sinister peacock if you look closely, along with the gold and teal eyes in its tail ("turning in the wind"). The hemlocks form the background.
