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    <![CDATA[Averno: Poems]]>
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    <![CDATA[&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Averno is a small crater lake in southern Italy, regarded by the ancient Romans as the entrance to the underworld. That place gives its name to Louise Glück&#8217;s tenth collection: in a landscape turned irretrievably to winter, it is a gate or passageway that invites traffic between worlds while at the same time resisting their reconciliation. <em>Averno</em> is an extended lamentation, its long, restless poems no less spellbinding for being without conventional resoltution or consolation, no less ravishing for being savage, grief-stricken. What <em>Averno</em> provides is not a map to a point of arrival or departure, but a diagram of where we are, the harrowing, enduring present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;]]>
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        <name><![CDATA[Louise Glück]]></name>
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  <read_at>Thu Feb 01 00:00:00 -0800 2007</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[inspired to buy more poetry and deeply in love with louise gluck. reminded of this love by seeing her read a couple times in the past three months. this collection changed my approach to my own work. gluck deals with some of the same types of imagery and historical/mythological stories that i like to incorporate in my poetry, but she's obviously a vastly different writer than i am. this book is beautiful. especially loved the first &quot;persephone&quot; poem.]]></body>
    
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