Terezin
Taije Silverman
a transfer c...
Terezin
We rode the bus out, past fields of sunflowers
that sloped for miles, hill after hill of them blooming.
The bus wa...
Terezin
Arriving we slowed on the cobblestone walkway.
Graves looked like boxes, or houses from high up.
On a bench teenag...
Terezin
You wore your black sweater and those dark sunglasses.
You didn’t look at me.
The rooms were empty, and the courty...
Terezin
I don’t know why. I don’t know
who walked through the tunnel or who played or what finally
they could have wanted....
Terezin
And the ride back—I don’t remember.
Why was I alone? It was night, then. It was still morning.
But the fields were...
Taije Silverman
Taije Silverman, the 2005-2007 Creative Writing Fellow
in Poetry at Emory, holds a BA in English and
Cr...
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National Poetry Month 26

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  • 1. Terezin Taije Silverman a transfer camp in the Czech Republic 26 April 09 http://pictures.exploitz.com/cuenca-sunflowers-landscape-photo-Cuenca-
  • 2. Terezin We rode the bus out, past fields of sunflowers that sloped for miles, hill after hill of them blooming. The bus was filled with old people. On their laps women held loaves of freshly baked bread. Men slept in their seats wearing work clothes. You stared out the window beside me. Your eyes were so hard that you might have been watching the glass. Fields and fields of sunflowers. Continue…… http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20565
  • 3. Terezin Arriving we slowed on the cobblestone walkway. Graves looked like boxes, or houses from high up. On a bench teenage lovers slouched in toward each other. Their backs formed a shape like a seashell. You didn’t want to go inside. But the rooms sang. Song like breath, blown through spaces in skin. The beds were wide boards stacked up high on the walls. The glass on the door to the toilet was broken. Continue…… I imagined nothing. http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20565
  • 4. Terezin You wore your black sweater and those dark sunglasses. You didn’t look at me. The rooms were empty, and the courtyard was empty, and the sunlight on cobblestone could have been water, and I think even when we are here we are not here. The courtyard was flooded with absence. The tunnel was crowded with light. Like a throat. Like a- In a book I read how at its mouth they played music, some last piece by Wagner or Mozart or Strauss. Continue…… http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20565
  • 5. Terezin I don’t know why. I don’t know who walked through the tunnel or who played or what finally they could have wanted. I don’t know where the soul goes. Your hair looked like wheat. It was gleaming. Nearby on the hillside a gallows leaned slightly. What has time asked of it? Nights. Windstorms. Your hair looked like fire, or honey. You didn’t look at me. Grass twisted up wild, lit gold all around us. Continue…… We could have been lost somewhere, in those funny hills. http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20565
  • 6. Terezin And the ride back—I don’t remember. Why was I alone? It was night, then. It was still morning. But the fields were filled with dead sunflowers. Blooms darkened to brown, the stalks bowed. And the tips dried to husks that for miles kept reaching. Those dreamless sloped fields of traveling husks. http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20565
  • 7. Taije Silverman Taije Silverman, the 2005-2007 Creative Writing Fellow in Poetry at Emory, holds a BA in English and Creative Writing from Vassar, and an MFA in poetry from the University of Maryland. Her poems have been published in journals including Ploughshares, Poetry, Five Points, The Antioch Review, Pleiades, and Prairie Schooner. She has won several first place awards from the Academy of American Poets, and merited fellowships from the MacDowell Colony and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts. She grew up in Charlottesville, Virginia. http://www.creativewriting.emory.edu/faculty/silverman.html
  • 8. National Poetry Month National Poetry Month is a month-long, national celebration of poetry established by the Academy of American Poets. The concept is to widen the attention of individuals and the media — to the art of poetry, to living poets, to our complex poetic heritage, and to poetry books and journals of wide aesthetic range and concern.
  • 9. Presentation by Neelima http://www.slideshare.net/Neelima.A http://youngauthors.kidoosh.com/files/2009/04/thank-you-cards.jpg