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.
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quite cleverly written, especially the last line.
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I like it.. I wonder if he was from the south...
He was born in the same area as me. The north [of England] and moved to the Midlands MOD NOTE -
I have read lots of his work, but never this one. I bet he was quite a character in his day. He also wrote, as they now say, some really heavy verse.
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Personally, I loved his wit and ryhyme..it was/is still hilarious and a True Grit for his time.
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I appreciate the pointed humor. I'm sure he made a great curmudgeon, lol.
Mine frontier is 10 feet and I have a pole.
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Not one of my favourites of his but a very definite way of saying 'stay out of my personal' 30 inch' space until invited in'. Quite a timely reading as personal space in modern times is aggessively attacked, debased and under threat. I can only guess that Auden's way worked for him.
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This is different for sure. Is this the reaction of a rejected male? Sexual frustation bleeding through is we can't have sex let's fight? I think the poem over all lacks definition. He died in the year of my birth and I hope he rests well. -
this is one of my fav. from auden.
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i personally dont like it at all, and i can say that cause he's dead.
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I cannot stop laughing at this comment.... I was thinking the exact same thing.... but not the part about him being dead... That's hilarious....
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Written in the era before one's "personal space" was such a big issue I think that Auden's message is a clear one that many would applaud in these more crowded times.
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I think ...
that this is, possibly, his worst poem ever. That said, it's funny in its own way. I have never considered bodily functions humorous, period. Perhaps that accounts for why I am not really much taken with this poem.
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