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) .
- When You Need To Begin Again -new-
- My Poem Tonight -new-
- One Day After a Terrorist Attack -new-
- I Wait For The Words In The Quiet Of Mor... -new-
- When There Is No Way Out -new-
- To Walk In The Night -new-
- Uncertainty /Is The Future's First Name -new-
- There Is Too Much To Remember -new-
- Death Comes In the Morning -new-
- I Lost A Poem Today -new-
- The Night Is Too Dark
- An Old Man Can Go Slowly In the Morning
- The Despair Of Having Nothing To Do
- After The Long Days Of Cold Rain
- The Beauty Of A Poem
- A Man Alone
- Poems About Poems About Poems
- A Few Kind Words
- A Poem Of Frustration, Rage, Bitterness,...
- A Life Is Lived The Way It Is Lived
- My Despair Comes And Goes
- 18 Definitions Of A Short Poem
- Despair Is Darkness
- Despair Of The Early Morning
- There Are So Many Poets
- I Wrote Poems About Writing Poetry
- Let's Leave The 'Poems' Without Metaphor...
- The Language Of Poetry Is Metaphor