Ralph Angel possesses what every poet dreams of − a warm heart and a cold eye − and all of his poems have a foothold between Everything and Nothing, the place each of us lives in day in and day out, though we seldom recognize or admit it the way these poems do.  Many of them unfold like a ravishing film to which a voice-over adds such haunting commentary we are surprised to reach the end and realize we have been reading! . . . —Mary Ruefle

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