Shalom Freedman Poems

We are all going into an endless wilderness
We do not know the nature of
Many have already gone
Who I remember in the beauty and strength of their youth
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There are times
When being alone is freedom
And times when being alone
Is hell on earth -
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A WEEKDAY WITHOUT WRITING

A day without writing
A fast day with loss of meaning in life
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KNOWLEDGE AND SELF-KNOWLEDGE

I know so much
And its really so little
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There will come a day
When I will never write again
There will come a day
When I will never say anything again
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As if there would always be
A beginning again
As if were a peaceful ordinary normal day
Without the threat of virus infection
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IF I LET MY LANGUAGE DRIFT AWAY

If I let my language drift away
And go to sea and sail into the distance
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The morning is the poem of the day
The rest is hard prose
The first light and the early green
And the open road
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THE ROAD AHEAD IS CLEAR AND BRIGHT
The road ahead is clear and bright
The morning sun is beautiful on it
There is no need to dream or think
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I can write my own poem this morning
About happiness again
About blessings in life
About being able to look forward again
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