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In the Next Galaxy by Ruth Stone My rating: 5 of 5 stars The more I read the poetry of Ruth Stone, the more I regret her passing in 2011. She weaves the natural world, current events, the lives of other characters, and science into the web of telling her own life. With unassuming eloquence, she speaks in a diction that is both commonplace and vivid: “the power of nothing to multiply. Turning the hand over to become the palm, for a moment it can shape itself into a cup of water.” In this passage and throughout, Stone seeks a deep acceptance of what is and what has been so that she may live in the now, despite the terrible loss built into our very existence: “Then the absent tree when the play yard is paved with asphalt, a blank space where the tree was, a space that the birds pass pver, where the wind does not pause.” Or in describing her decades as a widow: “in my thirty years of knowing you cell by cell in my widow’s shawl, we have lived together lo...