Danse Russe + 

If I 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 + 

danse 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? + 