brownie points for williams

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?
-"Danse Russe", William Carlos Williams

love this poem!
Not that I identify with dancing nakedly in front of the mirror, but something about its ridiculousness strikes a chord in me. Wouldn't you like to be the happy genius of your household?