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) .
- It Was The Best Seder Of My Life -new-
- There Are Those Who Love For A Lifetime -new-
- I Hear Myself -new-
- Fear and Disorder Are The Dreams Of The ... -new-
- I Was Walking Home -new-
- Classmates -new-
- Silence Is Sometimes -new-
- There Is Poetry -new-
- You Cannot Be Anyone But Yourself -new-
- Meaninglessness In The Morning -new-
- When The Morning Light Comes
- No One Should Write A Poem/That Cannot B...
- The Doing Nothing
- There Are Days When I Do Not Have To Wai...
- 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 Lesson From Sam Berns Of Blessed Memor...
- A Life Is Lived The Way It Is Lived
- A Little Poem/ At Heart A Home
I Look Up At The Sky
I look up at the sky
And what do I see?
God's holy Light
smiling at me.