A poet, a writer and editor and publisher
Shoshana Vegh was born in Israel in 1957. She wrote poetry and diaries from an early age, but destiny meant writing to her in the wake of bereavement and she started writing when her brother Tuvia was killed in 1974 in an accident at his military service. Sheba’s a mater degree in Hebrew literature..
her poems were published in anthology in 1980.In 2000, she published her first novel, it was about the infatuation of a married woman on the Internet. In 2002 her second novel was published and later poetry and children's books were published over the years. In 2009, she founded a house of publishing called "Pyutit" that specializes in publishing poetry books. She wrote 20 books herself and edited over 200 books, poetry and prose.
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She was awarded a scholarship from the House of the President of the State of Israel for the first poetry book "The Coming of Madness". For the book "Sad Ones" from the Israel Foundation's scholarship.
She has won awards in Italy, Kosovo, and Turkey. She has translated poetry from English to Hebrew.
Night
In this kingdom
There is no Eden
And there is no serpent
And there is no fruit from the tree of knowledge
And there is no good or evil
Only the divine voice
Rises
Infinitely
And there is no us
Only bodies
Hollow
Waiting for the night’s ritual
Breasts of the night
I will take you with me
To my land, my homeland
The one you loved
The one you did not know
The one that is commandment
Sharpness
Your love
Devotion of soul
That you come to me
As I desire
Without pause
Desert land
The Singing Rooster
A poet is like a rooster
He can call with his voice
In the middle of the night
Out in the suburbs
He can crow in a variety of colors
And write in surprising words
At dawn, before it disappears
A poet is like a rooster
Arising early in the morning
Looking for his pen to write
And spreading all that he has known
In the words he chooses and arranges in the poem
At night he passes under my window
A screaming rooster
And I ask myself
Who is calling then,
Me or him,
And I beg him to stop splitting my mind open
Mad Melody
You don’t have to straighten your hair
Look how beautiful those curls are
Like jungle plants that crawl over each other
Wild beauty lives in its wilderness
A bird sings its mad melodies all night long
The river dances its ancient rhythm
Look how beautiful those thickets are
Green on green on green
And bright red from the bird-of-paradise
The river keeps playing the songs of the Amazons
In her wooden shack, Maria makes
Chocolate from cocoa
I eat fondue in the jungle
I look at the thicket
Drinking in the voices
Making love to leaves one must not touch
Even the trunk might be poisonous
You want to be in the mud of life
Drinking in mad love
In the jungle, you miss the taste of chocolate
And a bottle of wine you haven’t yet opened,
Still waiting in your basement
Autumn Leaves
Before I forget you, my love
I draw road maps
And mark the way
In the crumbs of willow leaves
As in the legend
That I was kidnapped
After all, oblivion will come
We will not be able to glue
Our bodies together again
With the glue of touch
That was poured out to us by the gods
Before I forget you, my love
For a few moments
You crash inside me
And melt my mouth with the palm of your hand
Otherwise you too will hear
That I am falling apart
Into myself
Into the emptiness
Only you see a future that does not exist.
What a beautiful day
Now is the most beautiful time
when autumn pushes winter to a later date
and the skies are clear
like summer dressed in spring
the seasons have gone mad.
Between us, there is no touch, not even a caressing voice
how many keystrokes will I have to carry
until you breathe soul into me
Meanwhile, I wander the world
with frightened eyes
Will we have again
that same moment when
you plant life in me.
Meanwhile, Myna bird is found
residing in the neighborhood
a raven caws
and these are the voices
of this poem.
