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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?