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If this poem were a city, sex wouldn’t even be at its outskirts. You’d have to go pretty far out into the suburbs to find even a hint of it. Sure, love is an issue here, and a certain loved one comes up in the final stanza, but we’re not even sure what kind of love the poet’s talking about. Maybe it was romantic, maybe not; we don’t know and, furthermore, we don’t need to know.