Shalom Freedman (Troy New York)
Biography of Shalom Freedman
Poetry has been with me all my life. My father of blessed memory Reuben Kelly Freedman loved to recite outloud favorite passages. I learned from him the love of the sounding voice. My mother of blessed memory, Edith Zeibert Freedman loved music, and music was in her soul. I from an early age loved to read, and I found in those readings reflections of my own soul. In the American schools of my day 'memorization' of poems was a required task. But to me it was more than required. It was a passion. To memorize the lines and hold them deep inside was to enrich oneself. One can walk anywhere with a poem one has and bring it back any time, and with it give oneself energy for the heart and soul. I have loved to read Poetry all my life.
I could tell the story of my first small groping efforts to make my feelings felt in words. They were strengthened by readings and rereadings of anthologies of Poetry including one little yellow- covered Mentor volume a good share of the poems of which I have by heart to this day.
'Psalms I loved
and next to Psalms
Wordsworth and Shakespeare,
And nothing of Donne and Hopkins
Coleridge and Dickinson was strange to me.
Stevens and Keats and Whitman too
like those words of Ecclesiastes
seared my soul
Poetry has been my life
and all those lines of others
greater than my own
mingle with mine in my heart
And in their sounds of love
as sacred lines
and thoughts remembered
make us more grateful and glad
And in the subsequent years I have reading and writing Poetry.
There is one book of poems published, 'Mourning for my Father'.(Field Books 1989) And there is another book of poetic thought: 'Life as Creation: A Jewish Way of Thinking About the World' (Jason Aronson,1993) .
But the overwhelming mass of my poems are scattered among old papers, most likely never to be redeemed.
Out of a sense that all would go without ever anyone knowing about it, I took the opportunity offered by the most poetic - friendly site, I know, 'Poemhunter' to post poems here. I hope they bring some light and enjoyment, some music and consolation, some inspiration and insight to any and all who read them.
Shalom Freedman's Works:
'Mourning for my Father'.(Field Books 1989)
: 'Life as Creation: A Jewish Way of Thinking About the World' (Jason Aronson,1993) .
- I Pride Myself That In Poetry -new-
- My Life Is Happier Than I Make It Out To... -new-
- Not Yet -new-
- There Is A Courage Of Defiance -new-
- Very Old People Make Me Sad -new-
- My Poem Does Not Inspire -new-
- God Forgive Me For Having Written So Muc... -new-
- I Am Tired Of Wondering Who I Am -new-
- The Small Children Give Us Hope -new-
- Even In Old Age -new-
- All These People Who Once Were -new-
- Someone I Know Told Me They Read A Poem ... -new-
- Where Am I Now? /Lost In The Sleepless L...
- All These Words
- 18 Definitions Of A Short Poem
- 18 Definitions Of Poetry
- A Day Is Ending and Nothing Has Been Don...
- A Day Is Gone
- A Day Without Poetry
- A Day Without Poetry/Is A Lost Day
- A Few Kind Words
- A Friend Is Gone (For Alex Auswaks)
- A Grandchild Gives New Hope In Life
- A Great And Unusual Happiness
- A Great Man Died
- A Life Is Lived The Way It Is Lived
- A Little Poem/ At Heart A Home
- A Little Soul With Monstrous Fears
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The Night Is Here
THE NIGHT IS HERE
The night is here
Calm is with it
I do not have to dream
I just have to look-
However black the sky
The lights of the city
And the cool breeze say,
‘Life need not be more than it is,
Sip the coffee
Taste the pastry
Live in the small pleasure- now’