Chess reference in a Poem by Simic

OLD POSTCARD OF 42ND STREET AT NIGHT

    I’m looking for the mechanical chess player with a red turban. I hear Pythagoras is there queuing up, and Monsieur Pascal, who hears the silence inside God’s ear.
    Eternity and time are the coins it requires, everybody’s portion of it, for a quick glimpse of that everything which is nothing.
    Night of the homeless, the sleepless, night of those winding the watches of their souls, the stopped watches, before the machine with mirrors.
    Here’s a raised hand covered with dime-store jewels, a hand like “a five-headed Cerberus,” and two eyes opened wide in astonishment.

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