Paul Hartal


Paul Hartal Poems

1. A Brief History Of Abstract Art 1/5/2015
2. A Chapter In The Life Of Imagination 11/19/2014
3. A Conflict With Athens 10/8/2014
4. A Fib Of Nothing 7/14/2012
5. A Haiku Of Chances 7/17/2012
6. A Haiku On Faith 5/1/2014
7. A Haiku On Love 11/30/2014
8. A Haiku On Uniformity In Diversity 5/3/2014
9. A Lover Akin To Bamboo 3/12/2015
10. A Paradox Of Truth 10/2/2011
11. A Prisoner Of Sobibor 3/1/2012
12. A Song Of Infinity 8/17/2012
13. A Tanka For Artist Gu Kaizhi 6/11/2013
14. A Tanka Of Eye Color 2/18/2013
15. A Tanka On Life 8/2/2014
16. Aborted Landing 4/27/2014
17. Absolute Irony 2/17/2012
18. Abstract For Kandinsky 11/24/2014
19. Absurd Breast Cancer Prevention 10/5/2011
20. Acrostic 5/3/2014
21. Acrylic Sight 10/5/2014
22. An Asymmetrical War 9/4/2014
23. An Enduring Enigma 3/28/2015
24. An Oak Wood Piano On Kristallnacht 10/10/2011
25. And She Said No To Her Lover 1/7/2013
26. Angel In Transit 10/9/2011
27. Apology To A Dandelion 6/30/2012
28. Are Virgins Best Wives? 7/14/2015
29. Armenia, Armenia 10/3/2011
30. Art And Reality 9/27/2013
31. Art Portals 3/7/2013
32. Atheism Compliments God 10/4/2011
33. Auschwitz Souvenirs 4/28/2014
34. Balkan Nightmares 6/8/2012
35. Batman Combats Oscar Wilde 10/4/2011
36. Beyond Our Cosmos 10/12/2014
37. Big Bang Haiku 5/25/2015
38. Big Bang With Horizon Problem 10/15/2011
39. Black Tunnel With Light 10/25/2011
40. Blush 1/7/2014
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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Cesarean Section

On a sunny day of Taurus
they cut her abdomen.
With stainless scalpels
the surgeons unlatched her uterus
and out of her slashed womb,
touching with their sterile gloves
the enigma of an enclosed but remote self,
they pulled out the boy crying,
covered with blood,

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