Friday, September 18, 2009

Poetry Friday

I think perhaps this is a dance we've all done at one time or another.

Danse Russe

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?

William Carlos Williams

Today's poetry round-up is being held at Becky's Book Reviews

1 comment:

I'm Jet . . . said...

One I hadn't heard before. It's such a visual poem . . .

Thanks for that one, B!