Some Thirty Inches from My Nose
by W.H. Auden
Some thirty inches from my nose
The frontier of my Person goes,
And all the untilled air between
Is private pagus or demesne.
Stranger, unless with bedroom eyes
I beckon you to fraternize,
Beware of rudely crossing it:
I have no gun, but I can spit.
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Some thirty inches from my nose The frontier of my Person goes
From "Some Thirty Inches from My Nose," by W. H. Auden, from As I Walked Out One Evening (Vintage).
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