The cry of the peacocks
The cry of the peocockswas written for the 3rd International Choir Biƫnnale Haarlem, for the Dutch Chamber Choir, with financial support of the Fonds voor de Scheppende Toonkunst.
Published by Donemus
The cry of the peacocks
is based on the poem of the same name by Wallace Stevens.
The poet describes his fear of the dark night, in fact his fear of death by using the eery cry of the peacocks in the twilight. I incorporated these cries in my composition.
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.
They swept over the room,
Just as they flew from the boughs of the hemlocks
Down to the ground.
I heard them cry - the peacocks.
Was it a cry against the twilight
Or against the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind,
Turning as the flames
Turned in the fire,
Turning as the tails of the peacocks
Turned in the loud fire,
Loud as the hemlocks
Full of the cry of the peacocks?
Or was it a cry against the hemlocks?
Out of the window,
I saw how the planets gathered
Like the leaves themselves
Turning in the wind.
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.
From: the collected poems of Wallace Stevens. (publ. Alfred A. Knopf, New York)