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By (Greek deity) Persephone; Glück, Louise
Averno is a small crater lake in southern Italy, seemed by means of the traditional Romans because the front to the underworld. That position offers its identify to Louise Glück's 10th assortment: in a panorama grew to become irretrievably to wintry weather, it's a gate or passageway that invitations site visitors among worlds whereas even as resisting their reconciliation. Averno is a longer lamentation, its lengthy, stressed poems no much less spellbinding for being with no traditional resoltution or comfort, no much less ravishing for being savage, grief-stricken. What Averno offers isn't a map to some degree of arrival or departure, yet a diagram of the place we're, the harrowing, enduring present.
Averno is a 2006 nationwide publication Award Finalist for Poetry.
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I am at work, though I am silent. The bland misery of the world bounds us on either side, an alley lined with trees; we are companions here, not speaking, each with his own thoughts; behind the trees, iron gates of the private houses, the shuttered rooms somehow deserted, abandoned, as though it were the artist’s duty to create hope, but out of what? what? the word itself false, a device to refute perception— At the intersection, ornamental lights of the season. I was young here. Riding the subway with my small book as though to defend myself against this same world: you are not alone, the poem said, in the dark tunnel.
It was a time of waiting, of suspended action. I lived in the present, which was that part of the future you could see. The past floated above my head, like the sun and moon, visible but never reachable. It was a time governed by contradictions, as in I felt nothing and I was afraid. Winter emptied the trees, filled them again with snow. Because I couldn’t feel, snow fell, the lake froze over. Because I was afraid, I didn’t move; my breath was white, a description of silence. Time passed, and some of it became this.
You’re in a different place, a place where human life has no meaning. You’re not a creature in a body. You exist as the stars exist, participating in their stillness, their immensity. Then you’re in the world again. At night, on a cold hill, taking the telescope apart. You realize afterward not that the image is false but the relation is false. You see again how far away each thing is from every other thing. THRUSH Snow began falling, over the surface of the whole earth. That can’t be true. And yet it felt true, falling more and more thickly over everything I could see.