‘To say that Seder is a beautiful, moving book would be true. But what does it mean? It means Seder is a book of very lyric poems where silences say as much as words do. It is a book of grief, that opens the grief up — no, blows it up — from the inside. Seder is a book of memory, the kind that refuses to leave us: a book wherein historical trauma is all too real, echoing our own present moment — echoing with a warning. And, yet, there is also tenderness, there is “love showing me the ground where I could lie down.”  Indeed, a beautiful lyric collection.’ — Ilya Kaminsky