"Yahya Frederickson's rich poems--weaving a world, shaping a place of filigreed detail, savory scent, 'little bundles of herbs' and encounters, invite us to cross an invisible bridge. Here, in a land he is bound to through experience and marriage, a land of most ecstatic architecture, Yemen--we find gracefully created, intricate room-on-room dimensions of human lives, legacies, and linkage. May poems like these be protection for the precious spaces...
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