Father's Day Poem

Here's one of my favorite "father-themed poems" from the point of view of a dad. It makes me think of my own father who was often prone to bursting out into spontaneous dances.

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 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?

by William Carlos Williams

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