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Poem

Putting this poem wasn't voluntary cause literature isn't always as hot as the "hot and heavy" described in Eminem's Guilty conscience video when that 15 year old girl is about to get raped, but selecting it was. I would've put up any poem I chose to memorize on Tuesday by today, and so it just happens to be Danse Russe. So here goes.

Danse Russe

by William Carlos Williams, 1917

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?

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