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The poem "On a Winter's Night," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: It's the cursed fig tree, backlit, a bitter; Last Line: of its own persistent self.

The poem "What We Need Words For," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Each morning, his baby fingers clack; Last Line: infancy-lluv luve yur broder Jacob.

The poem "Gordian Knot," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: In the groin of my infant son, twin hernias, Last Line: glory and mercy and mercy and unspeakable relief.

The poem "The Foundling," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: The only ghost I've ever seen; Last Line: and left me, the only child still there, snared in the net of the world.

The poem "Angel Fire," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: That day on the mountain, the stones began to speak, Last Line: of becoming always rises out of the earth.

The poem "Muse," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: In later years, my daughter said to me; Last Line: those rooms.

The poem "The Dead Are Translated into Another World," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I sleep in the basement of my dead; Last Line: green, growing out of his head.

The poem "Babel," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: All I remember of graduate school; Last Line: What language do you speak?

The poem "The Lesson," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Fuck you, fuck me, I could have said to all; Last Line: finger writing its way through empty air.

The poem "The Worst Form of Ambition," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: attached as a leech attaches itself to; Last Line: one's Work or Art.

The poem "Reproach," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: What bees make; Last Line: bloom.

The poem "Apocrypha," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: As in of spurious authorship: as in Joan; Last Line: as in her heart was cast into the fire, as in what refused to burn.

The poem "Po&#x00E8te Maudit," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: His father kept two praying mantes, pets; Last Line: clenched between God's teeth.

The poem "Daphne: or how the soul falls in love with what it will become," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: There were doubtless many others planted; Last Line: that tree.

The poem "Room of Dust," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Acrid, the earth falls upon our hands, Last Line: being born.

The poem "Ceremonial Trash," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Raptors, turkeys, psittacine, and; Last Line: wings used as fans.

The poem "The Excavation," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Digging, on the fourth day, you find a stone; Last Line: as you pull it from the ground.

The poem "At the Beginning," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: of the ruins, we inhabit a sky full of cries too numerous and varied; Last Line: us into being…

The poem "My Mother's Hip," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: What she wanted most was not to hear; Last Line: and sing, to sing her awake.

The poem "Between the Imagined and the Real," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: It's harder to imagine mercy than to imagine death. Yet we must; Last Line: the bride and groom.

The poem "Animal People," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: "Skincrawlers" the Navajo call those who slip; Last Line: into the straw like empty and exhausted vessels.

The poem "The Mortgage," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: The house goes up like possibility. Last Line: exactly the width of a dog run.

The poem "In the Village Where You Were Born," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: To every visitor she introduces her family; Last Line: was truly Spanish-conquistadores not slaves.

The poem "The Laws of Patrimony," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: All the firstborn-bloody, envious Cain, Last Line: offerings to the Father who kept turning away.

The poem "Bitter Fruit," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: For years I didn't know what to call them. Last Line: language, if we want another world.

The poem "Toledo," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: The synagogue of Samuel Ha-Levy; Last Line: are the lost children of the Jews.

The poem "Every Consecrated Head," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: It's the hair that makes me cry, when my daughter; Last Line: it's not the hair that makes me cry.

The poem "Modus Operandi," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: You were never to consider the worm; Last Line: her wanting to play with other children-as bait.

The poem "Galileo Was Finally Buried in the Body of the Church," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: except for the middle finger of his right hand, Last Line: fuck you, se muove, it moves.

The poem "Law of Inertia," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: We've all known those transfixed; Last Line: unforgiving inertia which we call "ourselves."

The poem "The Writing on the Wall," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: When the book returned to me; Last Line: caught in the book of the dead.

The poem "If the Shroud of Turin Is a Fake," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: So what if the bloodstained linen never; Last Line: by standing on His own bones…

The poem "The Face in the Depths of the Desert" by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I wasted so much time; Last Line: and swirled.

The poem "Ishmael Remembers Abraham" by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: In life, he was so quiet, he often seemed dead. Last Line: where my mother was drowning in a well.

The poem "The Making of Saints," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: A peasant girl who roots in mud; Last Line: will become the cornerstone of.

The poem "Saint John of the Cross," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: He is not here in Fontiveros, Spanish Nebraska; Last Line: the feathers that kept sprouting from his limbs.

The poem "The Mythology of Heavenly Messengers," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I could see the black wings glistening on either side; Last Line: gods came dancing out.

The poem "Fortune-Telling," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Reading palms as if reading the world to come, Last Line: turning through the room.

The poem "Seraphim," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Even houseflies must have their angels. Last Line: of the flesh, hoping to sprout wings.

The poem "Proviso," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Pyrus Malus-an evil fire?-burning; Last Line: of earth, the crisp bite of becoming.