Cattle of the Lord: Poems

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Presented in both English and Portuguese, this lyric poetry collection explores the "troublesome blessing and burden of being human" .

Love. Sex. Death. Meat. Traffic. Pets. In Cattle of the Lord, Rosa Alice Branco offers a stunning poetic vision at once sacred and profane, a rich evocation of daily life troubled by uneasy sacramentality.

In a collection translated by Alexis Levitin and presented in both Portuguese and English, readers find themselves in a world turned upside down: darkly comic, sensual, and rife with contradiction. Here, liturgical words become lovers' invitations. Cows moo at the heavens. And chickens are lessons on the resurrection.

Over the course of the collection, Branco's unorthodox--even blasphemous--religious sensibility yields something ultimately hopeful: a belief that the physical, the quotidian, and the animalistic are holy, too. Flesh, in all its meanings--the body of the other, caressed; the animals we abuse, and eat; the sacrificial offering of Christ--demands reverence.

Writing at the boundaries of sense and mystification, combining sensuous lyrics and wit with theological interrogation, Branco breaks down what we think we know about religion, faith, and what it means to be human. "Lord, how much compassion will it take for you," her speaker cries, "To be godfather at the Sunday barbecue?"

Praise for Cattle of the Lord

"In Rosa Alice Branco, via the compelling translations of Alexis Levitin, we find a poet of immense spiritual, as well as intellectual, curiosity." --Nicky Beer

"A wild and sneaky book, filled with intelligence, wit, and theological anxiety. . . . Marvelous, moving, and obsessive." --Kevin Prufer

"Throughout Cattle of the Lord, speakers wield their futile agency to beseech an impassive Lord in the face of their mortality. The result is a raw, daring interrogation that demands both contemplation and confrontation. Limbed with lush language, provocative imagery, and sharp sentiment, Branco's world is beautiful. But, make no mistake, it is foremost a bier." --The Los Angeles Review