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			<title>Believer</title>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p> My friend insists he wants me to be saved.  
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 He argues that my soul will come to grief 
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 unless it&rsquo;s rescued from my unbelief 
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 by Jesus&rdquo;though I&rsquo;m fairly well behaved,  
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 and not, as sinners go, a perfect ten.  
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 My friend&rsquo;s a poet&rdquo;hunter too&rdquo;at both 
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 pursuits relentless in the chase, and loath 
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 to forfeit any prey: the souls of men,  
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<br>
 phrases that say what he would have them sing,  
<br>
 four ducks downed with one shell (for he shoots true!)&rdquo; 
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 must be retrieved, by Feeney from the slough,  
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 or from Hell&rsquo;s brink by prayer. He wants each thing 
<br>
  
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 saved, and he labors daily to that end 
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 with gun and dog, syntax, and beads to tell,  
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 till, like a poem, all is finished well 
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 and safely bagged to please his holy friend.  
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 I&rsquo;ve never touched a soul or aimed a gun,  
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 and as for gods, although I know by name 
<br>
 several dozen, I&rsquo;ve enjoyed the same 
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 benign neglect, so far, from every one.  
<br>
  
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 If I need saving&rdquo;and it well may be,  
<br>
 though I don&rsquo;t know from what or by what means&rdquo; 
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 let it be here among familiar scenes,  
<br>
 by friends who choose to kneel and pray for me.   
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			<title>Women&rsquo;s Work</title>
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			<pubDate>Mon, 01 Dec 2008 00:00:00 -0500</pubDate>
			
			<description><![CDATA[<p>  
<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0226531902?ie=UTF8&amp;tag=firstthings-20&amp;linkCode=as2&amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;creativeASIN=0226531902">  <em> Madwomen:The  </em> Locas Mujeres <em>  Poems of Gabriela Mistral </em>  </a>
  
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<br>
 translated by Randall Couch 
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 University of Chicago Press, 160 pages, $25 
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