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This poem is taken from PN Review 82, Volume 18 Number 2, November - December 1991.

To a Poet Augustus Young

after Pushkin
Poet, so called, let's call it off.
Your much hyped feelings are a sham
being made to measure and to scan.
The public never have enough.
Once readers went for locks of hair.
Now signing books in Waterstones
they want your pants and not your poems,
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