Wednesday, April 22, 2020




Tali Cohen Shabtai, is a poet, she was born in Jerusalem, Israel. She began writing poetry at the age of six, she had been an excellent student of literature. She began her writings by publishing her impressions in the school’s newspaper. Frst of all she published her poetry in a prestigious literary magazine of Israel ‘Moznayim’ when she was fifteen years old.

Tali has written three poetry books: Purple Diluted in a Black’s Thick, (bilingual 2007), Protest (bilingual 2012) and Nine Years Away From You (2018).

Tali’s poems expresses spiritual and physical exile. She is studying her exile and freedom paradox, her cosmopolitan vision is very obvious in her writings. She lived some years in Oslo Norway and in the U.S.A. She is very prominent as a poet with a special lyric, "she doesn’t give herself easily, but subject to her own rules".

Tali studied at the "David Yellin College of Education" for a bachelor's degree. She is a member of the Hebrew Writers Association and the Israeli Writers Association in the state of Israel.

In 2014, Cohen Shabtai also participated in a Norwegian documentary about poets' lives called "The Last Bohemian"- "Den Siste Bohemien",and screened in the cinema in Scandinavia. By 2020, her fourth book of poetry will be published which will also be published in Norway. Her literary works have been translated into many languages as well.


Poems


I visited God \Tali Cohen Shabtai

I visited
God
Today

A handful accompany me
No need
Of many
To carry a woman
To the marring-place

To marry
Death.

I will not be satisfieds
With this
Gesture

Of appriciation
Fot a woman
In her hour.

Now it is clear
How you waited,how
You waited
For him
And he did not come!

Sorry,
Woman

Sbout that
Deception.

Lovers \ Tali Cohen Shabtai

On seeing
The sooty cascade of your hair
Gleaming in the dew of daybreack, flash-
Es the dew captive,
Not the abundance.

And on touching
The ivory whiteness of your skin
What the shadow did not dim
With grief
How transparent! Forfend!
They will not long contain the revealed

When the mind refuses
To bear the night,with its eyes'
Conflagration
None will encipher the secret
In wonder.

At the sound
Of your speech as in song
They already forgave.

Those who knew me
And whose names I did not call

Are my lovers.

My cat\ Tali Cohen Shabtai

There is a strange silence
Somebody died on the sofa
Maybe it’s not the one by me who died
When I counted the number of the dead
In this silence

She has stolen the death, very fast
In the breaks between
Inhalation and exhalation
No number of soldiers will
Worship the death of a newborn
Of 4.9 kg
Who has been to ashes
I have been with her
One year




Poems of Tali Cohen Shabtai



I visited God \Tali Cohen Shabtai

I visited
God
Today

A handful accompany me
No need
Of many
To carry a woman
To the marring-place

To marry
Death.

I will not be satisfieds
With this
Gesture

Of appriciation
Fot a woman
In her hour.

Now it is clear
How you waited,how
You waited
For him
And he did not come!

Sorry,
Woman

Sbout that
Deception.

Lovers \ Tali Cohen Shabtai

On seeing
The sooty cascade of your hair
Gleaming in the dew of daybreack, flash-
Es the dew captive,
Not the abundance.

And on touching
The ivory whiteness of your skin
What the shadow did not dim
With grief
How transparent! Forfend!
They will not long contain the revealed

When the mind refuses
To bear the night,with its eyes'
Conflagration
None will encipher the secret
In wonder.

At the sound
Of your speech as in song
They already forgave.

Those who knew me
And whose names I did not call

Are my lovers.

My cat\ Tali Cohen Shabtai

There is a strange silence
Somebody died on the sofa
Maybe it’s not the one by me who died
When I counted the number of the dead
In this silence

She has stolen the death, very fast
In the breaks between
Inhalation and exhalation
No number of soldiers will
Worship the death of a newborn
Of 4.9 kg
Who has been to ashes
I have been with her
One year

 Bio-


Tali Cohen Shabtai, is a poet, she was born in Jerusalem, Israel. She began writing poetry at the age of six, she had been an excellent student of literature. She began her writings by publishing her impressions in the school’s newspaper. Frst of all she published her poetry in a prestigious literary magazine of Israel ‘Moznayim’ when she was fifteen years old.

Tali has written three poetry books: Purple Diluted in a Black’s Thick, (bilingual 2007), Protest (bilingual 2012) and Nine Years Away From You (2018).

Tali’s poems expresses spiritual and physical exile. She is studying her exile and freedom paradox, her cosmopolitan vision is very obvious in her writings. She lived some years in Oslo Norway and in the U.S.A. She is very prominent as a poet with a special lyric, "she doesn’t give herself easily, but subject to her own rules".

Tali studied at the "David Yellin College of Education" for a bachelor's degree. She is a member of the Hebrew Writers Association and the Israeli Writers Association in the state of Israel.

In 2014, Cohen Shabtai also participated in a Norwegian documentary about poets' lives called "The Last Bohemian"- "Den Siste Bohemien",and screened in the cinema in Scandinavia. By 2020, her fourth book of poetry will be published which will also be published in Norway. Her literary works have been translated into many languages as well.

Friday, July 26, 2019


Cocoon

There are no stories,

Here each night is mundane and lonely
The featherless night-birds spread their wings.

The moment I’m looking for is buried,
Beneath the dark staircase,

Each wound I polish on the secret stone shines
In false lights; it’s nostalgic too,

And strangely when a lizard cry
The moon goes behind the clouds,

There is a warm darkness throughout the house.

Every musical note now holds its own in silence,

The broken wall scribbles the forgotten words.
Corridors are filling up with selected alphabets,

A new world waits on the rooftop’s ledge.

@gopallahiri
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Moments

I know what I have to do now,
Each cell demands a winnable fight,

Not knowing the fallouts,
The twilight stripped down to a lean ray,

Running water’s edge-
The tall grass caressing fingers,

Evening breeze comes like a healer
But the darkness lingers in spine, in iris,

With lofty promise and deep learning
come some unknown peril,

Memories spin and at the end teach me
Something that I never care to listen.

Knowing moments are temporary,
I pick one by one and blow them away.

@gopallahiri



Memory Box

All my past shadows have been stored here in this room,
Childhood stories let the visitors in,

A box at the corner, unused clothing, silver ornaments,
Grandma’s sarees embrace those woven threads,

Striking floral fabric with red border
And a grace that never goes out of style,

Cracked weather bitten hands always caring,
Beneath those glistening eyes, there are pools,

The low notes of the evening songs
Played with violin, rest quietly on the dust and dirt
Of the window sill,

The blurred black and white photos on the wall
Reminisce dew laden morning and tweets of the tiny birds,

Long, slim, little boats are as if floating haystacks
Moored on the water, overlooking the crumbling patio,

There is no tedium in the shallows of the river.

Still curious are the pigeons on the iron railings
Not a word they use in despair, in hidden tears.

@gopallahiri

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Thursday, February 22, 2018

Fall Furioso

Fall Furioso 

Just around the corner 
Dewey leaves and dawn mist

a leaf tumbles
From its weary branch
Gold and rust
It twists
Swirls and rocks
Vivid canvas 
Fall through the almost still.

Inhale the winds breath .

Something of the fire almost
Amber to orange to red
In flame.

Say goodbye, 
strong breeze and million cries
Reveal morsels of skin.

Another time
Another breeze touching first sound
Envious eyes on back.

Let that happen again
Let it be inhaled in the toasty warm of
The parting fragrance 
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