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A man dancing with a dog, by Unknown artist
William Carlos Williams

William Carlos Williams

Danse Russe

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?

#AmericanWriters #Dance #FreeVerse

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Preferido o celebrado por...
Y. J. Hall María Antonia Annabel Woolf
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