Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

1. Obelisks 9/29/2011
2. I Dream The Dreams Of Shepherds 9/29/2011
3. My Life 9/29/2011
4. Talking Back To Parmenides 9/29/2011
5. Venus And Candor 9/29/2011
6. Piano Tunes 9/29/2011
7. Slanted Eyes (Yeux Bridés) 9/29/2011
8. Fear 9/29/2011
9. For Miklós Radnóti 9/29/2011
10. Weeds And Hyacinths 10/1/2011
11. Immortality 10/1/2011
12. Valentine's Day 10/1/2011
13. Woman With Train 10/1/2011
14. The Hiding God 10/1/2011
15. The Kiss 10/1/2011
16. Scarlet Flower 10/1/2011
17. Whispering Forest 10/2/2011
18. A Paradox Of Truth 10/2/2011
19. The Garden Of Questions 10/2/2011
20. Past And Present 9/30/2011
21. The Chestnut Tree (For Anne Frank) 9/30/2011
22. Like Old Wine 9/30/2011
23. Grandma 10/3/2011
24. Samurai Competition 10/3/2011
25. Painting For Hitler 10/3/2011
26. Meeting In Belsen 10/3/2011
27. Colors Of Silence 10/3/2011
28. By Act Of Legislation 10/4/2011
29. From The Secret Life Of Tuesday 10/4/2011
30. Atheism Compliments God 10/4/2011
31. The Sunset Splashes 10/4/2011
32. Change 10/4/2011
33. Batman Combats Oscar Wilde 10/4/2011
34. Camp Concerts 10/4/2011
35. Until We Meet Again 10/5/2011
36. The Dancer Of Melody Palace 10/5/2011
37. Postmodern Light 10/5/2011
38. The Searcher 10/4/2011
39. Lilac Blouse 10/4/2011
40. You Are Not The Wind 10/5/2011
Best Poem of Paul Hartal

They Come In Seven Sexes

An old wing of the university
housed the laboratory.
She passed through a narrow corridor
oozing the autumn moisture
of the morning rain.

She put on a white polyester coat,
adjusted her seat and then
placed the Tetrahymena
under the microscope.

“What are you doing? ”
asked suddenly a baritone voice.
Ruth looked up surprised
and saw Tom, a doctoral student
of anatomy, standing next to her.

“Oh, I do some research
on this tiny critter”, she said.
It is a single-celled animal
from the Protozoa family,
called Tetrahymena, a ...

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Are Virgins Best Wives?

“Virgin brides make up the best wives”, he said.

“And why is that so? ” asked she.

“Because virgins are fabulous cooks.
And they are also phenomenal singers
and gorgeous dancers.”

The breeze suddenly stopped rustling

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