Shoshana Vegh (Israel)

Shoshana Vegh (Israel)
Shoshana Vegh was born in Israel in 1957. She wrote poetry and diaries from an early age. Still, 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. She graduate B.A and M.A in Hebrew literature.
Her poems were published in an anthology in 1980. In 2000, she published her first novel, 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 publishing house called “Pyutit” that specializes in publishing poetry books. She wrote 17 books herself and edited over 100 books, poetry, and prose.
She was awarded a scholarship from the House of the President of the State of Israel for her first poetry book, “The Coming of Madness.” For the book “Sad Ones” from the Israel Foundation’s scholarship.
Like a rose
I am like a rose flower
You never get to see all my colors
Inside me many beautiful Stamens
That you want to taste
Is you mouth and heart are equal my love
When you call me honey at night
Do you think about me
When you say i can make you sleep
Is it me who you are waiting for
Or my shadow the reflect in many shades
I am like a rose flower
Don’t take me out of my garden
And after throw me at your home
I want to bloom at my garden
And to show my beauty to all
When you make love to me
Just be with me
And don’t think about my garden
I am the rose garden
My love
When you came across me
I thought the light in you
I didn’t feel that you prepare
To still all that I have
First you took my heart
I saw only you
I couldn’t open my eyes to the trap
And step by step you preoare
Your bullets to kill me
In the rikushet
As I saw the reall
Meaning of desire
I understand you always saw
Throw me the potential
To have another life
But you never had the chance
To go inside the new world
Because I realised before
The sunrise
You are just a fraud
My Hemingway
You want to know everything
And I do not write to you
All the fragments
You can see the cracks
I expose the skin of the body
The soul
I would like to show you
When you hold my hand
And I will cry
My Hemingway
At the moment of birth
The world opens up to her
She’s smiling at three months old
The birds chirp over her head
While she walks in the garden with Grandma
So in the open air
She picks up the color of the sky
Green from the garden trees
She is lying in the stroller that surrounds her
And all around the world opens its gates
Life begins
My little granddaughter.
The magic in her
All the things yet to come to her
Full colours
A lot of love
The world will be better for her and her sisters
We promise

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