(poem of the day) For Fathers: Danse Russe by W.C. Williams

Danse Russe

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
again the yellow drawn shades,–

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

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4 thoughts on “(poem of the day) For Fathers: Danse Russe by W.C. Williams

  1. yeltnuh says:

    OMG! I’m a yerk. Fat fingers clicked “like” instead of “twitter.” Step away from the keyboard, yeltnuh. . . .

  2. They make keyboards too small for real people. A deranged and lovely poem.

  3. yeltnuh says:

    I make embarrassing errors faster than ever before, now that I have an iPad. 🙂 Perhaps it was Williams’ influence . . .

  4. Judith Post says:

    Fun poem! Those moments don’t last. You have to enjoy them while you can.

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