Shoshana Vegh
I want to feed you
Lots of metaphors
bunches of images
I want to dress you
A dress with moon buttons
I will widen the horizon for you
You need to see far
I can give this to you
Only spiritual fruits
When you ask for soup
I can make a soup of symbols
I don’t have the strength to cook
I’m starting to forget
and the main dish
I want to submit to you
in words
What is left behind
It will be what I wrote
The rest will be deleted as it is
in a song
Everything is dust in the wind
And you will know
Only love conquers all
At this life
They are a terrible confusion
And I only want you to eat
from the hands of the spirit
At the end you whisper a thank me
When I leave to be among my ancients
After all, I will not live forever
to give you food
believe me,
my daughter
מזון של משוררת
שושנה ויג
אֲנִי רוֹצָה לְהַאֲכִיל אוֹתָךְ
רִבַּת מֶטָפוֹרוֹת
צִמּוּקִים שֶׁל דִּמּוּיִים
אֲנִי רוֹצָה לְהַלְבִּישׁ אוֹתָךְ
שִׂמְלַת כַּפְתּוֹרֵי יָרֵחַ
אֶת הָאֹפֶק אַרְחִיב לְמַעֲנֵךְ
אַתְּ צְרִיכָה לִרְאוֹת רָחוֹק
אֲנִי יְכוֹלָה לְהַעֲנִיק לָךְ
רַק פֵּרוֹת רוּחָנִיִּים
כְּשֶׁאַתְּ מְבַקֶּשֶׁת מָרָק
אֲנִי יְכוֹלָה לְהָכִין מָרָק מִסְּמָלִים
אֵין ללִי כּוֹחַ לְבַשֵּׁל
אֲנִי מַתְחִילָה לִשְׁכֹּחַ
וְאֶת הַמָּנָה הָעִקָּרִית
אֲנִי רוֹצָה לְהַגִּישׁ לָךְ
בְּמִלִּים
מָה שֶׁיִּשָּׁאֵר אַחֲרַי
יִהְיֶה מָה שֶׁכָּתַבְתִּי
הַשְּׁאָר יִמָּחֵק זֶה כְּמוֹ
בַּשִּׁיר
הַכֹּל אָבָק בָּרוּחַ
וְאַתְּ תֵּדְעִי
רַק אַהֲבָה מְנַצַּחַת הַכֹּל
גַּם אֶת הַחַיִּים הָאֵלֶּה
שֶׁהֵם בִּלְבּוּל נוֹרָאִי
וְאֶרְצֶה רַק שֶׁתֹּאכְלִי
מִכַּפּוֹת יָדָיו שֶׁל הָרוּחַ
תִּלְחֲשִׁי לִי בַּסּוֹף תּוֹדָה
כְּשֶׁאֶשְׁכַּב בֵּין אֲבוֹתַי
הֲרֵי לֹא אֶחְיֶה לָנֶצַח
לָתֵת לָךְ אֹכֶל
הַאֲמִינִי לִי,
בִּתִּי.
The Importance of Arts, Culture & The Creative Process
Writing is like breathing' when i create and translate i feel a live.
What was the inspiration for your creative work?
I wrote the poem for my youngest daughter giving her my point of view about the importance of the spirit.
Tell us something about the natural world that you love and don’t wish to lose. What are your thoughts on the kind of world we are leaving for the next generation?
There is a huge difference between the world we were born into and the world we live in now. The world is changing at a very rapid pace. The takeover of our world by artificial intelligence creates a sense of a supposedly advanced world. However, alongside the progress and accelerated development of these technologies, we are sharpening the gaps that exist between humans. What will happen to future generations in a world where they will not distinguish between reality and imagination? I worry about the place of mankind, and the role of art is to continue to be a fighter on this front and create collaborations and successes.