No Poem Could Ever Say The Sadness In Me

What poem, the joy?

We hint at what we feel with words
But the true story is already elsewhere before we can say it-

What poem can tell the truth of what we are?

We live in approximations of ourselves,
And who can know the truth we have lived
When we ourselves cannot explain it?

by Shalom Freedman

Comments (2)

Great depth of thought, in few words expressed. Exquisitely, essential
As poets we search the ultimate truth which never comes. You write beautifully, great sensitivity, which most men.....