in silken mists
above shining trees,-
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt around 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?
_____
lines from Danse Russe
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
Yahoo news report here
Dreadful,, dreadful Gwilym. Reading the report of his life to date he comes from such a disfunctional family - not that that is an excuse - talk about the sins of the fathers.#The whole thing is totally unimaginable isn't it.
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