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This poem is taken from PN Review 152, Volume 29 Number 6, July - August 2003.

Selected Shaiku Damian Grant

[2] `When forty winters shall besiege thy brow'

            Wait till you're forty,
            young man, losing your looks. You'll
            wish you had a child.


[20] `A Woman's face with nature's own hand painted'

            You are that wonder,
            a woman with a dick. I'll
            love you anyway.


[29] `When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes'

            When I'm really down,
            all ego, envy, the thought
            of you comes singing...


[30] `When to the sessions of sweet silent thought'

            The past is too much -
            love, death, all over again:
            till you remake me.


[55] `Not marble, nor the gilded monuments'
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