The white peacock roosting
might have been Christ,
featherd robe of Osiris,
the radiant bird, a sword-flash,
percht in the tree
and the other, the fumed-glass slide
—were like night and day,
the slit of an eye opening in time
vertical to the horizon
Robert Duncan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-i-saw-5/
