Treasure Island

Shalom Freedman

(Troy New York)

Of Making Many Poems



OF MAKING MANY POEMS

Of Making many poems
There is no end
And much writing
Is a weariness of the flesh-
And I am tired as no person has ever been
And I need to sleep forever
So that I can wake up singing
Prayers of desperation to You again


Submitted: Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 11, 2013
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