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1 " The Earth keeps turning, night and day, spit-roasting all the tannedTired icebergs and polar bears, making white almost contraband.The biosphere on a rotisserie emits a certain soundThat tells the stars that Earth was moaning pleasure while it drowned.— "Poem by the Bridge at Ten-Shin "
― Frederick Seidel , Poems 1959-2009
2 " And always to be the same.Like the air and the wind,The wind and the air.I hear a very quiet voice,Emphatic like a flower,SayingIt is I.— Frederick Seidel, from “The Girl in the Mirror,” Poems 1959-2009 (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2009) "
3 " COSMOPOLITANS AT THE PARADISECosmopolitans at the Paradise.Heavenly Kelly's cosmopolitans make the sun rise.They make the sun rise in my blood.Under the stars in my brow.Tonight a perfect cosmopolitan sets sail for paradise.Johnny's cosmopolitans start the countdown on the launch pad.My Paradise is a diner. Nothing could be finer.There was a lovely man in this town named Harry Diner.Lighter than zeroGravity, a rinse of lift, the cosmopolitan cocktailThey mix here at the Paradise is the bestIn the United States - pink as a flamingo and life-announcingAs a leaping salmon. The space suit I will squeeze into arrivesIn a martini glass.Poured from a chilled silver shaker beaded with frost sweat.Finally I goBack to where the only place to go is far.Ahab on the launch pad - I'm the roarWearing a wild blazer, black stripes and red,And a yarmulke with a propeller on my missile head.There she blows! Row harder, my hearties! -My United Nations of liftoff!I targeted the great white whale black hole.On impact I burst into stars.I am the caliph of paradise,Hip-deep in a waterbed of wives.I am the Ducati of desire,144.1 horsepower at the rear wheel.Nights and days, black stripes and red,I orbit Sag Harbor and the big blue ball.I pursue Moby-Dick to the end of the book.I raise the pink flamingos to my lips and drink. "