Frederick Seidel’s latest book of poems is Widening Income Inequality. (January 2017)

IN THE REVIEW

Ducati Years, Ducati Days

I had a girlfriend who dumped me for a better job— Which, frankly, made me laugh so hard I started to sob. I’d been so disgustingly highfalutin—so grand!—ballooning on hot air Above green pincushion fields with trees stuck in down there, Snootily …

Start Your Engines!

Lewis Hamilton, winner of the USA Formula One Grand Prix at the Circuit of the Americas, Austin, Texas, October 2016
The crowd jumps to its feet, whooping and clapping. Finally! The cars are coming onto the track. The bright blue guileless Texas sky looks down on a festive gaiety of matching baseball caps on girlfriends and boyfriends, wives and husbands, plump kids and lean kids, white and whiter—almost no African-Americans—friendly …

Trump

I look past the big face of my computer At what was once New York Outside my window And now is a plateau Of smiling bra-less Breasts of the contestants. It’s time to wake From this cryogenic sleep In which I’ve been …

Envoi

In memory of Jeanette Bonnier (1934–2016) Someone dear to me Rises from her hospice bed, Removes her body and her hair, Starts walking through the air transparently, Starts walking through the air going somewhere. Then I woke. Birds singing ask if I believe in God. The buds are …

Near the New Whitney

In the Meatpacking District, Not far from the new Whitney, In a charming restaurant, I showed how charming I can be. I showed how blue my eyes can be. I showed I can be Dante first catching sight of Beatrice. The maître …

Me

The fellow talking to himself is me, Though I don’t know it. That’s to say, I see Him every morning shave and comb his hair And then lose track of him until he starts to care, Inflating sex dolls out of thin air In front …

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