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?
Williams then stands in the North room, admiring himself in the mirror. He’s no Adonis, but he revels in his body. To him, it is beautiful even in its age. 

Danse Russe