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  <read_at>Wed Apr 29 00:00:00 -0700 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[At the start of this book we learn this: “Averno. Ancient name Avernus. A small crater lake, ten miles west of Naples, Italy; regarded by the ancient Romans as the entrance to the underworld.” This collection of linked poems is about passing between worlds: childhood and adulthood, death and life, existence and memory, and seasons, too; it uses the myth of Persephone to play with some of those passings. I like the mix of mythic and not, lines like this, about riding the subway and reading: “<em>you are not alone</em>,/the poem said,/in the dark tunnel” (p 14), and then the wry humor and intelligence of the mythic poems like “Persephone the Wanderer,” which reminds the reader: “You are allowed to like/no one, you know. The characters/are not people.” (p 16). Other highlights: the wintry world of the second section of “Landscape,” “A Myth of Innocence” and “A Myth of Devotion,” the first stanza of “Telescope,” which describes the moment of disorientation after looking through a telescope, coming back to earth when you’ve been among the stars—which isn’t too dissimilar to the moment of emerging from a book you’ve been lost in.]]></body>
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