கவிதை

Danse Russe – வில்லியம் கார்லோஸ் வில்லியம்ஸ்

தனிமை, ஆனந்த சித்தரிப்பாய்!!

பன்மை சுகம் தான். ஒருமை அதைவிட இனிமையானது.

எந்த உச்ச கணத்திலும் எஞ்சுவது என்னவோ ‘நான்’ என்ற பிரக்ஞை தானே! இதில் ஒளிவெதற்கு??

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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
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?

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