Of Making Many Poems Poem by Shalom Freedman

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

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Shalom Freedman

Shalom Freedman

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