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The Emperor of Ice-Cream

The Emperor of Ice-Cream


by Wallace Stevens

Analysis: Steaminess Rating

Exactly how steamy is this poem?


Mainly, this is a death poem, not a sex poem. Still, we do get some "wenches," who probably have had sex on occasion. We don't see any of it here, though, and the only bedroom we get to visit has a dead woman in it—decidedly not sexy.

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