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London, 1802 Steaminess Rating

Exactly how steamy is this poem?

G

For a fleeting moment at the beginning of this poem, we think, "Hey there, Wordsworth, you're getting kind of racy!" All this talk of England being "a fen/ of stagnant waters" (2-3) makes us wonder what's really going on under the scummy surface of this social bog. However, being Wordsworth, the poem politely avoids any commentary of an even remotely sexual nature.