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I Have No Gun,But I Can Spit

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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  • February 3
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    Auden's Some thirty inches from my nose

    From guest Horace Work (contact)
    A witty, light poem from the master who can be abstruse, this poem pleases easily. And just think of meeting someone who gets as close as possible to smell your breath so he can determine thereby if you are a liar!

  • Lowercase Prelude
    March 26, 2008
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    quite cleverly written, especially the last line.


  • aiyana
    March 25, 2008
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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

  • Papagallo
    March 25, 2008

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    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.

  • SpiritMother
    March 25, 2008
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    Personally, I loved his wit and ryhyme..it was/is still hilarious and a True Grit for his time.


  • Yemassee
    March 25, 2008

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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.


  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    March 25, 2008
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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.
    ~Von~

  • lkhvliwhtwreutfFUSD
    March 25, 2008

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    Searching for definition

    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.


  • graphite
    March 25, 2008
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    this is one of my fav. from auden.


  • Silent But Deadly
    March 25, 2008
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    i personally dont like it at all, and i can say that cause he's dead.

    • mzmikki
      March 25, 2008
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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....


  • I-Like-Rhymes Moderators member
    March 24, 2008

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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.

  • ecrivain01
    March 24, 2008

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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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