TALI COHEN SHABTAI
Poet Feature - February 2021
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. First of all she published her poetry in a prestigious literary magazine of Israel ‘Moznayim’ when she was only fifteen years old.
Tali has written three poetry books: "Purple Diluted in a Black’s Thick", (bilingual 2007), "Protest" (bilingual 2012) and "Nine Years 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 2021, her fourth book of poetry will be published which will also be published in Norway. Her literary works have been translated and published into many languages as well.
I offered congratulations from this morning to tomorrow
even though I was corrected regarding the date of birth.
How do I explain that a person
has no idea when
he will end his life this time around?
I write to my mother my love for her
in the most unexpected moments
how will I explain that perhaps it is the penultimate
greeting of a daughter to her mother before the present
the latter and not the resurrected midwife
from the year 80
the umbilical cord between me
and her placenta and not to give birth
to me again? but to kill.
I look at my father and cry for another
twenty years or so
that he will not be here
I was ahead of the artist to "grow and sanctify her great name"
in the Kaddish prayer in the twilight hour in Sacker Park.
I shed a tear.
If you live in consciousness as I wrote
"God does not pass over life from man, as he does not
pass over death."
You are the most miserable person there is, with such insight
you do not enjoy a single piece of bread and no
You are dead.
You can always turn to
except for the dead themselves –
that’s a purely rhetorical insight.
It’s always possible to turn to sleep
and die in it
in an arbitrary unit of time
in a simulated
It's also an insight in a man's
About that it is said
sleep is a great thing. Death is better than it. Not being born at all is a miracle, of course.
From here, facing here or there
is static in its existence.
eternal that exists out of time.
That's how humans are!
From the leafs of Paris
were born chansons made for Édith Piaf
Only there it is possible to write a chanson "Life in Pink"
and always simultaneously wear a black dress with wide cleavage
When the legend died at the age of forty-
seven years of
a French chanson that was in the cabarets and music-hall of the Right Bank in Paris and especially in the
with the 26-year-old lover
she left at her death.
Only in Oslo do works of art take on importance as dowries of great value transferred for bodily use and not for the purposes of marriage.
Like the sculptor Vigeland,
who posthumously bequeathed his statues to the Oslo municipality
in its possession
so they will be open to the public
in Fronger Park, in
the painter Edvard Munch after he died in 1944 at the age of eighty-one, near the city of Oslo, bequeathed his entire large estate, which included more than 1000 paintings and thousands of engravings
to the city of Oslo.
To that end
only there do they build recognition on the names of
solitary and tormented artists
and add an honorary title to them before the name, and not casually.
Only from the Jerusalem stones the old does not wear
a new character that preserves a 4,000-year history
Only in Jerusalem are people symbols, they speak symbolically
walk and meet in symbolic
Only in Jerusalem
when the mind weakens, the people
think that the sun and the Spirit, the sky that leans on them, are all
but symbols that need
perusing the only city1 in the world where the right to choose is granted, even to the de ad
it2 was born someone like me.
1. Borrowed from AB Yehoshua
2. Borrowed form Yehuda Amichai