Shalom Freedman Poems

THE LIGHT THROUGH THE MORNING WINDOW

The light through the morning window
The small leaves of the light green tree
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WHERE IN ALL THIS WORLD OF DREAMS

Where in all this world of dreams
Are my dreams?
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THE WORLD IS YOURS
A WALK ON MISHMAR- HA- AM STREET

The world is yours
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I HAD A POEM/ BUT IT WAS NOT PERFECT

I had a poem
But it was not perfect
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NO ONE CAN KNOW WHERE A POEM COMES FROM
(After reading an essay by Rabbi Jonathan Sacks)

No one can know where a poem comes from
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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE JOURNEY

In the middle of the journey
Though closer to the end
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SO MANY POEMS/ HOW CAN ONE POSSIBLY BEGIN TO DESCRIBE

So many poems.
How can one possibly begin to describe
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THE NIGHT SHOULD WRITE A POEM

The night should write a poem
The mere ‘look’ of it
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EVERY POEM IS ANOTHER EFFORT AT POETRY

Every poem is another effort at Poetry
Will it belong or not?
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IF ALL THE BEAUTY OF THE WORLD

If all the Beauty of the world
Could be written by me in one line
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