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An introduction to the book "The Black Heralds," by César Vallejo, translated by Rebecca Seiferle is presented.

A bibliography on a poetry book by "Bitters" by Rebecca Seiferle is presented.

The poem "Xena&#x2122 in Philadelphia: Isaiah's House," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Following my daughters; Last Line: art is the center of the real world.

The poem "A History of Romanticism," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Byron, Shelley, and Keats, I said; Last Line: out of the sheets and the stone.

The poem "Voice in the Whirlwind," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I know about the birth of the mountain; Last Line: for all that lives and breathes.

The poem "The Housewarming Gift," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: My sister came bearing; Last Line: even the sweetness of the heart.

The poem "Face of the Leviathan," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: When I return home, the pond's a scene by Bosch. Last Line: its petals infinite flesh.

The poem "Autochthonic Song," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: We knew the buffalo were dangerous, but, most of the time; Last Line: the earth is not our mother but a wild music beyond the self.

The poem "The Sacrifice Tree," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Interrupting the horizon with the languid lightning; Last Line: gaze of the vanishing birds.

The poem "Biosphere 2," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Oh, we hate the place from the beginning, Last Line: and consumed, twisting in weird revolutions, hanging from the hook.

The poem "Caught in the Nets of Illumination," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Lord, my lyghtnyng, flashes over the rims of Utah; Last Line: really wants is to get back to the earth."

The poem "Internal Clock," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: In the morning, their heads vised; Last Line: into inconvenient song.

The poem "A Dram of Bitters," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: "Bitters" are not bitter, are not; Last Line: tastes sweet earth.

The poem "The Artist of Willendorf," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: What if it's true that "Venus," and all her other sisters; Last Line: holiness in all its parts.

The poem "The Price of Books," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I bent my back; Last Line: but books.

The poem "Let us go then, you and I," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Pausing in the midst; Last Line: the blessed trash truck.

The poem "Galileo in the Year 2000," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I tell you, it was never the Earth; Last Line: coming awake.

The poem "The Blue Mustard," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: The pot with its smoldering black; Last Line: along every path.

The poem "Heart of the Sky," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: roots in the bitterness; Last Line: sinking their heads into the nectar, the unfailing sweetness of the heart.

The poem "Field School," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: After the earthquake, you see; Last Line: are still playing ball with human heads.

The poem "The Discovery," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: The equatorial sun seems to have hands; Last Line: for being newly hatched.

The poem "Archaeological Record," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: When King Olaf was converted; Last Line: began to burn.

The poem "The Argument," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I cannot believe in the saccharine; Last Line: of paradise.

The poem "Fear-Biter," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: It wasn't your brother who kept that coyote; Last Line: the rest of his life tearing at the throat of his own fear.

The poem "The Custom," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Gravied, sliced; Last Line: its splintery end.

The poem "Homophobia," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I could say that discovering such ugliness; Last Line: would be milked of all its poison.

The poem "My Spanish Children," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: In my mother's home, my daughters; Last Line: jangling like pocket change in God's uneven hand.

The poem "Widow's Mite," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Whatever, the clerk says as she hands me the receipt, Last Line: to shrug off the cost of this dearest of Sundays.

The poem "The City of Brotherly Love Is Neither," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: At the museum, when I turn the corner, Last Line: his fingers tearing at the cellophane.

The poem "The Relic," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: All the way home, I kept thinking of the lost; Last Line: clings to her finger, tries to call her home.

The poem "Bitter Herb," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I had to lie down in the earth myself, Last Line: of the lost face of my brother.

The poem "God, the Gardener," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: The paradiso of the bees and the hummingbirds; Last Line: gripping, letting go.

The poem "Signs and Wonders" by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: In the shops around Chimayo, the bins; Last Line: we have been earth-eaters, our mouths full of mud.

The poem "A lonely man in his greatness" by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: Pius xii, who for some unknown reason; Last Line: still rising and falling to the noises of death.

The poem "Parable of Snakes and Stones," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: In the market, a girl asks her father; Last Line: from stone to snake, dry well to dry well.

The poem "Comparative Religion," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: So many of the truly horrible accounts in the Bible; Last Line: of the apricot tree.

The article offers a brief profile of the author Rebecca Seiferle.

The poem "Voice of the Sphinx," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: "It's not true that, in despair, I threw myself; Last Line: from their shoulders, at the moment they awake."

The poem "The Gift," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: I was wrong when I compared the mask of my own face; Last Line: by touching what we were.

The poem "The Inheritance," by Rebecca Seiferle is presented. First Line: My daughter was born with a blue moon; Last Line: now altering and flaring to a baby's health and mood.