Sunday, 8 September 2019

'I Have No Gun, But I Can Spit'


'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 fraternise,
Beware of rudely crossing it:
I have no gun, but I can spit.

    ~ W.H. Auden, from his poem 'Prologue: the Birth of Architecture' (1966)

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