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.
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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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Writing Prompt # 60

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One poem I’ve often loved hearing again and again is William Carlos Williams’ The Red Wheelbarrow. If you’re not familiar with it, read it and see. Write something of your own.

W.P. # 60   Try your hand at a poem.

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Google Search Image –                William Carlos Williams