Frank Samperi is that rare poet for whom an encompassing vision gives source and authority to an ongoing life work. Book after book unfolds, precise and on-center, as though it had been there, in careful plan, from the beginning. And yet it is open, with inspired oversteppings of known boundaries. "Its difficulty," writes Cid Corman, "is the difficulty of human being in the light of divinity."
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