Danse russe

A poem can reach you in one of two ways. As a form of text in a book, or as some to be performed. Recited. This was how this poem reached me, on youtube, of all places. An African American boy reading a poem for a competition. And for your reading delight, I present to you William Carlos Williams.
Danse Russe

by William Carlos Williams

If 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
danced naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, 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?



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