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  <read_at>Tue Jan 01 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[Averno is as bracing and clean and as perfect as the stark scherzos of winter evoked by Louise Glück. The poet explores, with moments of splintering incision, the myths of Persephone, the difficulty of reconciling the dying body to an earth that itself seems at once death-bound (headed for winter) yet renewable (headed for summer), and the strange regions that the soul fitfully inhabits in a world devoid of comfort or faith (&quot;weren't we necessary to the earth&quot;?)<br/><br/>This redoubtable collection gives and re-gives with successive readings, not unlike the gift of love that Glück describes as <br/><br/>&quot;The gift of the self,<br/>that is without limit. <br/>Without limit, though it recurs.&quot; ]]></body>
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