Shalom Freedman Poems

THE DAY IS WASTED

The day is wasted
I did nothing in it-
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Silence is Madness
Write something
Anything
Whatever you can
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Alberta Conway is dead
My first girl friend
At the age of two
We held hands
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The post-modern poem is the poet's surprise-
It has no agenda but its own interpretation-
It reads the ‘expressive I' as an infinite longing of the soul
To know and be known-
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I COME BACK TO MYSELF SLOWLY


I come back to myself slowly
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I AM NOT WORTHY OF THE POEM I WOULD WRITE

I am not worthy of the poem I would write -
I do not have the Beauty or Goodness in me
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IF BILLION OF HUMAN BEINGS

“If billions of human beings
Have passed from the earth
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HAVING BEEN GIVEN SO MUCH IN WRITING

Having been given so much in writing
I nonetheless try to write
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I HAVE LOST MY WAY AGAIN

I have lost my way again
Soon I will find it with words-
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I CANNOT WRITE A POEM ABOUT MY DAUGHTER

I cannot write a poem about my daughter-
Too much feeling,
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