Lovely Love Poems: Lonely, Lonely

Sometimes love means being lonely, too. Haven’t we all had those moments of looking in the mirror and thinking, comfortingly, “I am lonely, lonely. I was born to be lonely, I am best so!”?

Danse Russe

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 by arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,–

Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

–William Carlos Williams

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PR professional by day, writer by night. Remembering life isn't an episode of "Saved By the Bell." Getting culture, not babies.

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