Poem in Your Pocket Day

In honor of Poem in Your Pocket Day, here’s one of my favorites. The song is one I sometimes sing to myself during a writing break.

Thank you Judy Reeves for the reminder.

Danse Russe

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?