Monday, 25 July 2011

Why did he do it?

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 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)

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  1. 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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