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Frederick Seidel Poems
Homage to Pessoa
I once loved. I thought I would be loved. But I wasn't loved. I wasn't loved for the only reason that matters-
A Beautiful Day Outside
I still lived, and sat there in the sun, Too depressed to savor my melancholia. I wore a cardboard crown. I held A sceptre with a star on top.
Song To The Moon
You're born that way—or else you're not. It's snowing—or else it's hot. It's like the strangeness, that's also natural, When it's raining on one side of the street.
The instrument is priceless. You can't believe it happened. The restoration flawless. The voice is almost human.
'Sii Romantico, Seidel, Tanto Per Cambia...
Women have a playground slide That wraps you in monsoon and takes you for a ride. The English girl Louise, his latest squeeze, was being snide. Easy to deride
Comments about Frederick Seidel
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
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Homage to Pessoa
I once loved.
I thought I would be loved.
But I wasn't loved.
I wasn't loved for the only reason that matters-
It was not to be.
I unbuttoned my white gloves and stripped each off.
I set aside my gold-knobbed cane.
I picked up this pen...
And thought how many other men
Had smelled the rose in the bud vase
And lifted a fountain pen,
And lifted a mountain...
And put the shotgun in their mouth,
And noticed that their hunting dog was pointing.