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