Carl, I'd like to leave the poem open to multiple interpretations. When I say that love is limitation, I mean not only that love involves forsaking other possible partners, but also that love involves loss, either through the death of one's partner or through one's own death. It also involves learning to live with possible boredom, grievances, and frustration. To rage against such limitations and insist on endless options makes love impossible. So, I am linking the life of endless hook-ups to rage. But readers can see as much or as little of that as they wish. I'm trying to get them to think about the issue; I don't want to spell out every leap of the logic, but to allow them to reach their own conclusions.
Susan
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