<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><h1 class="title page__title" id="page-title" style="line-height: 1.20301em; margin: 0px; -webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; font-weight: 500; padding-bottom: 10px; letter-spacing: -2px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(252, 249, 249);"><span style="font-size: 18px; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: auto; widows: auto;" class="">Danse Russe</span></h1><div class="field-label-hidden field-name-body field field-type-text-with-summary" style="line-height: 24px; padding-right: 15px; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; background-color: rgb(252, 249, 249); width: auto !important;"><div class="field-items"><div class="field-item even"><pre style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; line-height: 24px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;" class=""><font face="Helvetica" class="">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?</font></pre><pre style="margin-top: 1.26316em; margin-bottom: 1.26316em; line-height: 24px; word-wrap: break-word;" class=""><font face="Helvetica" class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><span style="white-space: pre-wrap;" class="">- William Carlos Williams</span></font></pre></div></div></div><div class=""><br class=""></div></body></html>