white peacocks

The three things he loved most in life 

Were white peacocks; music at mass, 

And tattered maps of America. 

H didn't like kids who cried and he

Didn't like raspberry jam with his tea

Or womanish hysteria.

...And I was, like it or not, his wife. 

[Anna Akhmatova {1889-1966} 'He loved three things alone...', from Poems; translated by Lyn Coffin]