The poem
If 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?
this poem is very humorous! will rocks.
i really liked the poem it is ful of many lessons it expresses a lot things we have just to read it and reread it carefully to analyse every word in this poem
WCW knows what I know: dancing alone is a sign of genius! To let oneself be as a child, before a mirror. looking at and feeling oneself, free, silly - genius!!!