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
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?
4 comments:
Really like this one...makes me want to dance naked...bkm
Brilliant piece, imagining the dance right now
I like the way Williams uses simple words and everyday things to create deep expressions.
Such a wonderful poem...and poet!
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