Paul Hartal Poems
|321.||Venus And Candor||9/29/2011|
|323.||Viceroy And Monarch||11/8/2014|
|324.||Voyage Around The Square Root Of Minus One||6/18/2012|
|325.||War Memories With Acrostic||6/27/2012|
|326.||Weeds And Hyacinths||10/1/2011|
|327.||What Dante Told Me||12/5/2012|
|328.||What Is Love?||12/22/2012|
|329.||What Motivates Us?||5/11/2016|
|330.||When Is A Painting Finished?||11/26/2011|
|331.||When Will The Messiah Come?||10/17/2014|
|332.||Where Do Circles Grow?||10/16/2014|
|333.||Which Comes First?||5/4/2015|
|335.||White Table With Red Chairs||12/6/2015|
|336.||Whose Life Is Worth More?||5/20/2012|
|337.||Why Tears My Love?||10/8/2011|
|338.||Why The Snow Melts||10/12/2012|
|339.||Woman With Train||10/1/2011|
|340.||Women Change, But Men Don'T?||2/23/2013|
|342.||You Are Not The Wind||10/5/2011|
|343.||You Cannot Live Without The Hydrogen Bomb||8/24/2016|
|344.||You Must Be Strong||2/23/2014|
|345.||Zebra And Clarinet||7/22/2016|
Oranges And Grapes
Oranges and grapes refuse to grow in the cold.
Today I sing and dance, refuse to grow old.
Yet all the same, time is tyrant and ruthless,
Unfolds my wrinkling years, it is relentless.
Now and then the lots seem to be gentle and kind,
But alloyed with fate the somnambulist is blind.
Luck and fortuity might act as a soubrette,
Life spins our fate like roulette in a film set.
Still, let us drink to life, celebrate, and be glad,
Let us sing and dance today, refuse to be sad.
Oranges and grapes do not grow in the cold,
A warm wind ties ribbons to maple ...
Holding a Shpagin machine gun,
the Red Army soldier walked through a warehouse
filled with women's hair and children's shoes.
And then, totally unexpectedly, he saw
a human figure: A small, grey-haired woman,
her eyes tired with dark circles,
her skin faded and wrinkled.
She looked very old.