Shalom Freedman

Veteran Poet - 1,862 Points (Troy New York)

We Are All The Snow Men - Poem by Shalom Freedman

WE ARE ALL THE SNOW MEN
(Homage to Wallace Stevens)

We are all the snow men
Minor would- be Poets
Listening in the distant glitter
To the poem someone else has written
Far better than us.

We are all the quiet readers
Connecting our eyes and ears with images
Finer than those
We can ourselves fantasize:
The ‘junipers shagged with ice’
And ‘the spruces rough in the distant glitter’

We are all minor makers of our own nothingness
Beside the Great Poets who find a music of the soul
We seek and strive for and never find.

We are all the lesser snow men
Out in the cold of our own small minds
Shivering to death in the unending winter
of our own frosted souls

While the great long-lines rise up in flight
And go by
Beyond ‘ambiguous undulations’
A fierce parting light
Our bare selves
strain to surmise and survive.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 10, 2008



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