mirror lonely

I'd like to memorize more poetry. I'm pretty sure I will fail at this endeavor, as I have in so many other similar undertakings. I came across this William Carlos Williams poem that I quite liked. It has a lovely colour to it.

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 tres,--
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 fac,e
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades,--
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?