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?
Danse Russe
William Carlos Williams
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Poem topics: baby, dance, happy, mirror, sun, wife, head, white, room, face, admire, flame, yellow, shining, lonely, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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