Landmarks
A man sleeping
in the room and beside him
The slumber of a
soft child
Her hair the
smell of this week's games
Her toys
landmarks through the house
On the table a
crushed cellophane wrapper
And a candy
melted half-way
That could
promise no more
Then colored
sugar.
© Shulamit Sapir - Nevo
•Translated By Mel
Rosenberg
The Milky Way
The wine I gave
up long ago
The music too
And the only
light on in my room
Is the blue one
Every evening
Out of a habit
Almost like the
moon outside
And seeing it
has about
The same effect
I forgive
Provided that
you are the night
Climbing the
milky way.
© Shulamit Sapir
– Nevo
•Translated By Mel
Rosenberg
Fig
The smell of a
fig open
All the way to
the cobblestones
No man's fruit
Out comes
A painful
sweetness
Not tasted in
time.
© Shulamit Sapir – Nevo
•Translated By Mel
Rosenberg
SHULAMIT SAPIR-NEVO
SHULAMIT SAPIR-NEVO, Israel. Is a
writer, a poet and the CEO of OURBOOX She has published several books of
poetry, in Hebrew, English, Arabic, Greek, and one novel. Many of her original
poems in Hebrew and other poems that were translated into English, Greek,
Portuguese, Spanish, and Arabic were published in international newspapers and
websites. She has received several awards for her achievements in poetry She is
a member of the “Israeli Writers Society"
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