William Carlos Williams - Danse Russe

If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,—
if I in my north room
dance naked,grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely,lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!”
If I admire my arms,my face,
my shoulders,flanks,buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,—

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?



Friday, October 5, 2012 - 10:15