Shalom Freedman

Bronze Star - 2,142 Points (Troy New York)

The Last Poem I Came To - Poem by Shalom Freedman

The last poem I came to
Was not my own-
It came from other voices elsewhere
And had a thousand broken signatures written in it -
It was all my reading and all the voices of others I had heard-
It sounded like a mess,
And it frightened me by its mixed- up- ness -
But I have been reading and listening too long
The voice was of the others
But it had become mine also-
And now when I try to sound like myself
I hear them calling me by their own lines and names
And writing these words as I write them.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 6, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, July 24, 2011


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