Poem: ‘An Avuncular Request’
Eric Winter, 27 May 1993
Does anybody know where one can get a decent eunuch these days? Baggy pants, scimitar, turned-up toes, are of no consequence. I only want a big one, strong, to handle boxes of feminist writing and not to find the exercise exciting.
He is to be companion to a lady among Leavisites and read to her my book of Larkin poems; old Oxford toad is staid enough but, even he, there is a risk, if seen...
