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Allegra Jostad Silberstein


By Allegra Jostad Silberstein

In the west a great vermillion ball...
the sun sinking into a wall of blue smoke
darkening as if being filled with something
like a Burgundy Wine until it is swallowed
and disappears from my sight.

I continue homeward on I-80...
in a small space of flaxen light
above the Coast Range
a red lower lip of sun appears but soon
sinks into the upper and is gone.

Within earth there is the word art...
I have watched it in the western sky;
and here at home in the shades of dusk
my thoughts wander and I wonder
if Atlas wearies of holding up the earth.

Rain Drops on Feather by Allyson Seconds

Rain Drops on Feather by Allyson Seconds


By Allegra Jostad Silberstein

after viewing Flight of Birds by Morris Graves

As if one body
a thousand birds fly together
like a fish swimming in the sky,

wings drum in the night
feather tissue streaming
touched by the wind

and you—you plunge into darkness
to a place that may not exist
—migrations called love—

echoes sound in a dream-book
pages opened by the wind
—migrations called spirit—

as if one body
a thousand words repeating
like the chiming of a bell...

and how does the butterfly
the monarch
find its way home...

Hands Remember by Christian DeLaO

Hands Remember by Christian DeLaO


By Allegra Jostad Silberstein

I saw a documentary:
a film showing an act of faith and healing
after the holocaust...
Jewish men and women gathering in
the bones found at a mass burial site,
gathering them in to give respect
, to place them in Jewish Cemetery
in ritual remembrance...
here—this must be a skull
here a femur here a tibia
how perfectly pink
a roof of false teeth—
gathering in the bones into plain plank coffins
borne by dark cloaked men to the cemetery
gathering, in remembrance
to place them in a grave.

Burial songs sung
the fourth commandment honored
—so much that is unspeakable—
to sit and watch almost too much to bear.
Better to be there gathering the skeletal harvest
than this helpless agony that holds me taut,
until at last comes the release of tears...

out of silence
out of winter snow falling like feathers,
a baby's soft croon blossoms the grey branch
of this solemn day—

 Allegra Jostad Silberstein
Allegra Jostad Silberstein

Allegra Jostad Silberstein was born on a farm in Wisconsin but has lived in California since 1963. Her love of poetry began as a child when her mother would recite poems as she worked. In addition to three chapbooks of poetry, she has publications in many journals, a growing number online. In March, 2010, Allegra became the first Poet Laureate for the city of Davis and served for two years. She is also a dancer and sings and plays washboard with Front Porch Bluegrass in Davis.

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