William Carlos Williams

(17 September 1883 – 4 March 1963 / New Jersey)

Danse Russe - Poem by William Carlos Williams

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?


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  • Freshman - 511 Points Robert Rorabeck (4/15/2008 12:01:00 AM)

    this is probably my favorite of his poems.... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 25, 2014


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