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    <![CDATA[More than a decade after Jack Gilbert&#8217;s <em><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= The Great Fires" title=" The Great Fires"> The Great Fires</a></em>, this highly anticipated new collection shows the continued development of a poet who has remained fierce in his avoidance of the beaten path. In <em>Refusing Heaven</em>, Gilbert writes compellingly about the commingled passion, loneliness, and sometimes surprising happiness of a life spent in luminous understanding of his own blessings and shortcomings: &#8220;The days and nights wasted . . . Long hot afternoons / watching ants while the cicadas railed / in the Chinese elm about the brevity of life.&#8221;  Time slows down in these poems, as Gilbert creates an aura of curiosity and wonder at the fact of existence itself. Despite powerful intermittent griefs&#8211;over the women he has parted from or the one lost to cancer (an experience he captures with intimate precision)&#8211;Gilbert&#8217;s choice in this volume is to &#8220;refuse heaven.&#8221; He prefers this life, with its struggle and alienation and delight, to any paradise. His work is both a rebellious assertion of the call to clarity and a profound affirmation of the world in all its aspects. It braces the reader in its humanity and heart.<br/><br/><br/><em>From the Hardcover edition.</em>]]>
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